A little twist on the old favorite Christmas poem
Hope you enjoy
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the cave.
Not a single whelping was stirring, cause they were told to behave.
Their stocks were hung up by the mantle with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The two children nestled snugly under Cynder's wing,
with visions inside that make their little hearts sing.
And Mamma, a smile, permanently glued on her face,
had just settled down with her love, to sleep by the fire place.
When outside of the cave there arose such a clatter,
Spyro jumped from his slumber to see what was the matter.
Away to the entrance he quietly ran,
then up to the skies his purple eyes did scan.
The moon on the breast of new fallen snow,
gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to Spyro's bloodshot eyes should appear,
but an impressive red sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick.
Spyro knew at that moment...it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than a wind dragon, his flying steeds came,
and he whistled, and shouted, then called them all out by name.
"On Dasher! On Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!.
From the top of that mountain, to Avalar Falls!
Dash way, dash away! Dash Away all!
As fast as lighting the sleigh zipped through the night,
leaving the purple dragon speechless at the speed of this flight.
Then, in a twinkling, he hears on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
And before Spyro could even turn around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came abound.
A bundle of toys flung over his back,
and his old red suit now stained slightly in black.
Not a single noise came from Santa as he lumbered,
leaving the black dragoness and her children peaceful in their slumber.
Then he looks over at Spyro and gives him a wide grin,
knowing what this dragon is all about, and his courage within.
His eyes, how they twinkled. His dimples so merry.
His cheeks were like roses, and his nose like a cherry.
He had a broad face, and a very round belly.
It shock when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
and fill all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
After laying a finger upon the side his nose,
with a quick nod of his head, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle.
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And Spyro heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight.
"Merry Christmas my friend, and to you a good night!"
Merry Christmas to everyone who will celebrate and a Happy New Year as well.
