A Witcher's Yule

by Dovahsdottir

Just a poem I wrote for the Lair as a gift for the members.

A Witcher's Yule

Twas the night before Yule, and all through the Lair,

A werewolf was stirring, her gifts for to share.

To admins and mods, she gave the best,

Lavender tea for all, for a good night's rest.

For keeping us sane is what they do,

Managing the posts from me and you.

Then onto the hall, wherein lie the guests.

With a sack filled with toys and other presents.

Wooden wolves, painted with care, one for each Witcher,

So there's no need to share.

Further on still, the werewolf she crept,

To the place where her Regis a table had set.

A plate full of cookies, a jug full of mead,

And a trough filled with oats for the Wild Hunt's steeds.

Then what does she hear as she lays out the platter?

But the sounding of hooves making all such a clatter!

Eredin climbed down the chimney with care, his armor dyed red

With holiday flair! Together they two, werewolf and lord,

Filled every stocking so each had a hoard.

As dawn was approaching, the last gift was laid,

Under a giant oak tree in a snow covered glade.

For the elves of the forest, the last Aen Seidhe,

Because they too are welcome, the People of the Trees.

Then dash away dash away, the cavalcade rode,

Eredin mighty to his mount he strode.

And raising his visor, the skull dark and dread,

He spoke aloud and here's what he said,

"On Geralt, on Ciri, on Triss and Yen! On Dettlaff and Regis,

And Pam Pam Param! On Vernon, on Iorveth, and Dandelion too,

Think on them well, for they think on you. The King of the Hunt bids

You good night, till next we meet where we shall then fight!"

Then the werewolf was sleepy, and fit to retire.

So she climbed to her bed, into the arms of her vampire.

A happy Yule-tide, my friends, to each one and all. May it merry in this our Lair hall!