During the festive season, the Gods may drink so much, that they become more tolerant and giving. And then, they open the window, as a gift to the keeper of gifts.
“I once was a bird” says Alcyone, the blue-eyed girl, standing under the mistletoe.
“You are now a rainbow,” says the boy, kissing her on the forehead.
No matter the form, lovers bonded by true love are always reunited.
Alcyone is still a brightly colored bird. Yet Aeolus, sees her as she once was: his beautiful daughter who drowned in sadness long ago. Myths work in reverse sometimes. Birds transform into the humans they once were, through the eyes of a careful observer.
Aeolus, disguised as Santa, bows his head in guilt, as he looks through the memory window. His red colored cheeks get even redder. He collects all winds and imprisons them into his bag. The same bag that earlier held the presents. Memories of his long lost daughter soften him. He is sad and calm. When Aeolus is calm, it feels like summer.
The window is open only for a few days. Soon, the Halcyon Days are over and the winds are blowing again.