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ok so yall have not heard from me in quite a bit & my last post was not exaktly help fullbut this one is a holy day themed post i made it out o the rs & x-mas sperit. hope nyall like.
A runescape x-mas
twas the night be for x-mas & all thru rs was not a crecher was stering not even the dragons under my player owned house. the stokings were hung by the Marble fireplace with care with hopes that st.nick wold soon be there my demon butler was asleep in his bed with visions of pickled brains dancing in his head.my hell caty a sleep in his Cushioned basket & i in my night cap.
Had just seteld down for a long winters nap.when out in the Formal garden arose such a clater i jumped out o my 4-poster bed & ran to the window to see wat was the mater.i tore open the Opulent Curtains.the moon on the breast of new-fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.when,what to my wandering eye shold apper but old st.nick emerging from my Marble Portalfolowd by 8 tiny reindear.
As i drew in my head & was tuning a round ,in the door st. nick did bound.he was dresed in fur from his head to his feet.a bundel of toys he had flung on his back & he looked like a peteler just opening his sack.his eye how thay twinkild,his dimples how merry.his cheecks wer like roses his nose like a chery.his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,& the beard on his chin was whight as the snow.the stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,& the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.he had a broarfd face & a little round belly.thaty shock like the slayer monster called jelly.
He was chubby & plump a right jolly old elf.& i chuckeld when i saw him, in spite o my self.a wink o his eye & a twist o his head gave me know thast ther was nothing to dread.he spoke not a wored.but went strate to work.filling the stokings then turned wwith a jerk & after laying a finger aside his nose & giving a wink he sumer salted out the Marble Portal.& as he did i heard hi exclame."a merry x-mas to all & to all a good knight!"
