"Look mommy! Up there, in the sky! What is that?!" 

A little girl pointed up toward the night sky while walking with her mother down the sidewalk in Seattle.
 
"What? Where?"

Her mother questioned looking up to see a strange silhouette up above. They could hear bells as it came lower, closer to the city.
 
"What is that?"

She said puzzled as they both watched this odd sight in the sky fly above and swirl around over their heads. A flash of bright red blurred by. Other people spotted it two as they watched confused before it flew over a building and disappeared.

Kris Kringle had arrived on the streets of this world. He knew he was the first but there would be more. Beings of magical power that have held the hearts of many for generations. 

"Ho Ho Ho Ho heh heh heh." 

He chuckled as he climbed off his sleigh. His reindeer lined up in front.

"Well that was a bit rough there wasn't it, fellas? It's alright, we're here now."

He said as he walked past and expressed his appreciation to each of his reindeer with a stroke and pat on their necks. 

Unfortunately his purpose for being here wasn't as happy and magical as his history had proven. It was a time of strife and uncertainty in the magical land where he had come from. Things had only been getting worse over the years. 

People everywhere had started to lose faith. They had started to leave behind their beliefs of these magically powered entities and their realm. 
This lack of belief in them had dimished their powers. Had caused turbulence in their world. 

THAT, was the reason he now found himself on the streets of this world. It was no secret these streets were dangerous but he also knew they were very lucrative and profitable. He knew there was a fortune to be made here on these streets. A fortune that would go toward continuing to his yearly duty which brought so much joy and happiness to so many people both young and old around the world. 

He needed this. He needed to prove that he could bring back the magic that once flowed through his world. 
He also knew that more of his kind would follow. He knew to expect them to start appearing and he knew that if he could unite them together in THIS world, then his chances of restoring the order of theirs, would be greatly increased. 

He looked around the alley he had managed to guide his sleigh down into without much notice. He could see cars and people going by down at the entrance to the alley. For a moment he considered using his magic to alter his classic bright red and white suit to a more... appropriate attire. He quickly squashed that ideas as he realized that if he wanted to get people believing again, that he would need to be himself. So he puffed up his gut and adjusted his black belt and red hat before strutting toward the streets.   

First though, he had to establish himself here and make the much needed connections that would enable him to make that fortune he and his kind so desperately needed. He knew of the ones in charge around here. He knew who he had to talk to. He knew who was good and he knew who was bad. He was, after all, Santa Claus. 

So off he went, with his jolly red cheeks and robust belly down the streets after leaving his sleigh and reindeer in an alley, invisible to the human eye.