Merry christmas everyone! I already uploaded this short to my DP mini story, but I wanted to post it on it's own as well! It's from the perspective of Cindy!
Enjoy! Love you all!
'Twas the night before Chinese new year, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even Gus the mouse.
The golden red pockets were hung by the pillars with care,
in hopes that Miss Mulan soon would be there.
The girls were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of their princes danced in their heads.
And Belle in her book chair, and I in my sash,
had just settled our brains for a long weekends clash.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I got up from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I ran like the colourful wind,
tore open the curtains, and almost got skinned.
The moon on the breast of the forest below
made the pine tree tops look covered in snow,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature dragon and eight flying girls, queer!
With a pretty young driver, this time it wasn't John (smith),
I knew in a moment it must be Mulan.
More rapid than flit, her good friends they came,
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Briar! Now Snow!
Now, Pocahontas and Anna!
On, Jasmine! On, Elsa!
On, 'Punzie and Tiana!
To the top of the balcony!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild sea storm fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the princesses they flew,
with the sleigh full of magic, and Mulan too.
And then, in a poof, I heard on the roof
the prancing and dancing of each little shoe.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Mulan came with a bound.
She was dressed in a qipao, from her head to her foot,
and her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bag of new presents, she had flung on her back,
and she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her grin, oh how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose small like a fairy!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like Merida's bow,
and the hair on her head was as black as fair Snow's.
A small red fire dragon was sitting on her sheath,
and the smoke he coughed encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a pretty face and a warm cunning smile,
that broadened when she laughed, looking here all the while.
She was quite muscular, a warrior type,
and I smiled when I saw her catchy hype.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
and filled all the pockets, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger next to Mushu's nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney they rose.
She sprang to her sleigh, to her friends she gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she drove out of sight,
"Gong Hey Fat Choy, and to all a prosperous night!"