Enough time has probably passed that I can tell this story. It’s a story with Christmas overtones but, at its heart, it’s a story of the struggle between good and evil. Recent events have suggested to me that its time to tell what I know and what I did. Perhaps it might help certain people to find the bravery within themselves that is needed when evil rises ... It’s the story about my first Christmas at work…
Much that once was is lost, for none now are employed who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Suits.
Three were given to the Corporate Lawyers, immortal, wisest...fairest of all beings.
Five to the Litigators, great orators and craftsmen of the court room.
Nine suits were gifted to the race of articling students who, above all else, desire power.
For within these suits was bound the strength and will to govern each race.
But they were all of them deceived...for another suit was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of his corner office, the Dark Lord MP forged in secret a Master Suit – the Santa Suit - to control all others...
...and into this Suit he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.
One Suit to rule them all...
One by one the newest lawyers wore the Santa Suit at the firm Christmas party and, inevitably, the Free Will of the lawyers in the lands of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Suit.
But there were some...who resisted.
A last alliance of Solicitors and Barristers marched against the armies of Mordor. On the slopes of Mount Doom they fought to end the dominance of the Santa Suit.
Victory was near!
But the power of the Suit could not be undone.
It was in this moment…when all hope had faded, that I, son of Clint, disposed of the Santa Suit in the weekly trash.
MP, the enemy of the Lawyers of Middle Earth, had been defeated.
But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted.
And the Suit of Power has a will of its own.
The One Suit had not been destroyed. And some things that should not have been forgotten...were lost. History became legend...legend became myth.
And for four and a half years the Suit passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer!
Regrettably, I have passed beyond the Great Ocean and can no longer put my mark upon the events of Middle Earth. The Second Chapter must be written by those who remain. They face a choice - to do what is right, or what is entertaining.
I have little confidence in their decision-making abilities.
