Spinning Compass Mod Journal (compass_mod) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-22 22:39:00 |
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Christmas!
Who: Everyone.
Where: 'Isengard'/The Spire/The giant Christmas tree
What: Santa has come!
When: The 25th
Rating: Low-Medium.
Point Worth: 40
At midnight on Christmas Eve, if anyone was out and about, they would hear a story being read over the city. A story told in a little girl's voice... "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" There was a certain... 'something' in the air as everyone woke up. A certain wonder, that anyone any age could feel. It didn't matter if you were natural or supernatural. Man or beast. It could almost be described as a physical joyful hum. It could be described as the wonder of a child at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning. Even if they had never known that feeling before, it could be felt. The feeling got stronger as anyone grew close to the 'tree' that had once been the Spire. Once someone did find the tree, they would find mounds of presents beneath it. One for every man, woman, child, and beast, on the island. Clearly marked To: (insert character name here) and From: Santa. And if anyone woke up before dawn, they would hear a deep bellied laugh, "Ho, HO, HO! Merry Christmas!" Because who else would know what they wanted or needed most? |