“…majik”

I’ve often wondered how the magical manages to live in, and around today’s world. In da old days it was easy…stay the hell in the woods. That, and keep clear of them maniacs with swords.

Now a bit more complicated.

I mean our little Faerie, and Sprite pals are around. They keep modest. Locally they turn up working in Bronx bodegas Brooklyn Hispanic Botanica shops. Libraries…they’re good librarians. That, and the NYC Department of Social Services. 

They gravitate there to help folks despite the system. I had one as my case worker once…kind soul she was too. As for their traditional work. They perform Majik healing spells, and such  in parks on roofs subway tunnels empty lots abandoned buildings, and places of worship in off hours. 

I mean they do what they can. 

These are the folks that spread wildflower seeds in spring plant saplings on side streets cleanse the reservoirs, and stuff bio-degradable leaflets about using less plastic in your mail box. 

That Santa’s Workshop thing is partly true. 

They unionized that outfit years ago. However it’s mostly Native folks of the upper North that does the real work. In fact they run the show. Santa’s sort of their KFC Colonel Sanders front person. He’s fine with. 

Anyway that’s what them little folks is up to. 

Well one thing,…they did stop that Nuclear War back in 1962.The launch order went out from Moscow then Washington. The Wee folk were ready. They put scrambler spells on the lot of them missiles,…not one lifted off. How ‘bout dat. They saved our butts never bragged or looked for credit neither. 

Swell folks.