'Twas the lull before Christmas, and all through Matope
Not a kin there was stirring, not even an Acha.
The soft leaves were placed by the tall trees with care.
In hopes that Father Crane soon would be there.
The foals were nestled all snug in their sacks,
While visions of names danced all through their heads.
And mothers in their wisdom, and I with my colt,
Had just settled on down for a long winter's nap.
When out on in the swamp, there arose such a splatter,
I sprang from my rest to see what was a matter.
Away to the trees I went in a flash,
Tore through the leaves and through all the sap.
The moon on the hill above new fallen snow,
Gave the illusion of mid-day to objects below.
When, what my curious eyes will be shown?
But a miniature swan, and eight tiny foxbuns.
With a little old bird, so lively and quick,
Father Crane it must be, I knew in a split.
More rapid then caiman his companions they came,
And he chirped, and whooped, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the hills! To the top of the trees!
Now run away! Run away! Run away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild wind fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, up to the sky.
So up to the tree-tops the companions they flew,
With a swan carrying goodies, and Father Swan too.
Then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew myself back, and was turning around,
Up from the trees Father Crane came down.
He was made up in white, from his beak to his claws,
And his feathers were tarnished by bark and by sap.
A parcel of goodies he had on his back,
He looked like a turtle, just carrying a pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His aura so merry!
His beak in a smile, his wings at the ready!
One thin little leg was drawn up out of sight,
And his untarnished feathers were the whitest of white.
A small bit of stick he held in his beak,
The leaves circled his head like a wreath,
He had a strong feeling, but a small little body,
He shook when he laughed, like a small little sapling!
He was happy and fun, a right jolly old crane,
And I laughed when I saw him, a silly refrain!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me the knowledge I had nothing to dread.
He made not a sound, but went straight to work,
Filled up all the leaves, then turned with a jerk.
Laying a wing across his beak,
He gave me a nod, up to the sky he rose!
He sprang to his swan, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him say, as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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((Yup. I went and did this. It's all your fault Lex, you started it! xd))
doit do it! everyone is really nice and rejam is co-owner! and blue is there too. Tis good.
Yeah, I know a couple of people in there. :'3 I actually tried for a gryph once~ <3 I just have been so busy lately that I haven't tried to get into other shops. x.x';
That is super light blue, but it's pretty cool you edited all of that, Serina. xD
doit do it! everyone is really nice and rejam is co-owner! and blue is there too. Tis good.
Yeah, I know a couple of people in there. :'3 I actually tried for a gryph once~ <3 I just have been so busy lately that I haven't tried to get into other shops. x.x';
I usually have a really hard time getting into other shops too, but Limn totally just sucked me right in.
Guys. I just bought Mastiff, the new Tamora Pierce? Love it. LOVE IT.
IT'S OUT!? OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I AM SO GOING TO THE BOOKSTORE THIS WEEKEND!!!!!
and be blue
Oh Tamora Pierce. That brings me back to, um. 1996. >>;
You just made me feel really young. o uo;;
Ruriska
I really liked Tamora Pierce back in the day… though I haven’t read anything of hers for so long… and I can’t really remember which ones I read.
You should re-read them, if you still like fantasy.
fluo: What is with you and always posting such amazing looking food? ; u;