Twas the night before Christmas
(Immortal Style)
by Larabeelady
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the loft
Not an immortal was stirring, their snores low and soft
Their swords were placed with care by their beds
while visions of Quickenings danced in their heads
When all of the sudden there came such a buzz
Methos jumped up from the couch to see who it was
When what to his wondering eyes should appear
But the sight of Cassandra, holding his favorite beer
'Come on, Methos' she said, her smile so sweet
'I went out and got you your favorite treat'
'Santa couldn't make it, he asked me to fill in'
she told Methos cheerily as she flashed him a grin.
'I'm in kind of a hurry, as you can see
do you think you could put these under the tree?'
Searching her bag, she pulled some gifts out
beautifully wrapped, from Santa, no doubt!
'For Amanda, the Hope Diamond, minus the curse
For Joe, a guitar that was Roger Daltry's first'
For Richie, a new bike, 'tis not just a rumor
For Duncan, our sourpuss, a new sense of humor
For you, from Santa, your very own brewery
In the hopes it'll stop some of your tomfoolery
From me, dear Methos, this promise I make
the past is behind me, your head I won't take
'That's it,' she said, as she faded from view
Merry Christmas to all, fanfic writers, too.