A Very Sparda Christmas
Pharaoh
Just something I decided to come up with for the Holiday spirit!
'Twas the night before Christmas, and 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 twins were nestled all snug in their beds; while visions of demons danced 'round in their heads. And Eva in her night gown, and Sparda in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Dante sprang up and yelled, "The hell, what's the matter?" To the window the brothers flew in a flash, they shredded the drapes and massacred the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave the luster mid-day to objects below. When, to their wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, their first thoughts, "Get the swords! Quick!" More rapid than eagles they flew down the stairs, while the little old man shouted to his reindeers.
"Now, Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On Cupid! On Donder ,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, the poor Sparda brothers thought they were going to die, at the hand of a little old man, oh who knew! With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. Their eyes widened in horror, and they turned 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. The poor demon brothers thought they were under attack, and they both jumped out and landed on Nick's back. His eyes, how they glistened with horror and fright. What horrible children, oh what a night!
His droll little mouth was drawn down in a frown as he shook off the twins and threw them to the ground. He narrowed his eyes as he gritted his teeth, while Vergil and Dante pointed at him screaming, "THEIF!"
And in that moment, a figure emerged from the stairs, staring into the living room and the scene found there. The warrior blinked at the frowning old elf, and he couldn't help but laugh, in spite of himself. Sparda pried off his children, giving words of regret, then sent his two sons off to their beds.
Nick shook his head, he was getting too old. In their stalking he left Dante and Vergil chunks of coal. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprinted to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And Sparda heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Those sons of yours, Sparda, they'll be the death of me alright!"