'Twas the Night Before Christmas In Martini Clan Land
Inspired by the story of Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the clan not a tiger cub was stirring, not even Ethan.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of shifting danced through their heads.
Lauren half-shifted lay outside for a nap, while Bo inside, was busy with bows and gift wrap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, Lauren shifted to see what the hell was the matter. Away to the window Bo ran like a flash, pulled knives from their sheaths and was ready to slash.
The moon on the beach by the great stormy seas, gave a roar in night when the sight of Lauren made Bo freeze.
When what, to their glowing blue eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, Bo looked at Lauren, "Is that really St. Nick?"
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, he whistled at Lauren as she shouted their names,
"It's Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen! There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen!"
To the top of the porch Bo climbed next to Lo, "He's real? They're real? But they all sort of glow!"
"They're powerful Fae, so yes, they do glow. Come on Bo, honestly, this fact you should know!"
Lauren pointed, "Up on the house-top, the coursers so cute. They've got a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas winked at you!"
And there, as the sleigh passed behind their great roof, they heard the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
They gazed at each other and ran for the house, there he was, St. Nicholas, quiet as a mouse.
Bo sighed at the mess the man made with his foot when he landed on her boxes, now covered with soot. The bundle of toys he had flung on his back, made the Succubus wonder if he'd make a good snack.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, he was not that attractive, but she could snack and not look. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, she wished he would hurry and open that pack.
He looked towards Bo, her eyes now glowing blue. Santa didn't seem worried, she wondered if he knew. Bo noticed his cheeks were a bright rosy red, if Lauren knew what she was thinking, she'd surely be dead.
Lauren jabbed at her side as telepathy spied, "Good gawd, Bo he's Santa! You can't drain his chi dry!"
Bo shrugged, quite embarrassed looking back at the dude, "His white beard's a turn off, but just a taste won't be rude."
Lauren's arms crossed her chest as the jolly man chuckled. Bo held in her anger, but just then her will buckled,
"Come on, Lo, he's laughing as anyone can see! He's laughing and teasing, he's taunting me!"
"He's not laughing or teasing or taunting you, Bo. Just look at his belly. It puts on a show. He's a chubby and plump, right jolly old elf. I just laugh when I see him, like the Elf on the Shelf!"
With a wink to the doctor, Santa twisted his head, Lauren watched as Bo calmed, she had nothing to dread.
They watched as the elf went straight to his work, he filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, gave a nod to the doctor and up the chimney he rose.
They rushed to the porch to see him jump to his sleigh, they smiled when he whistled, and his team flew away.
They heard him exclaim 'ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to the Martini Clan and to all a good night!"
Bo shook her head, watching as his sleigh flew away, "I had no idea that Santa was Fae."
Lauren smiled, with a shrug as she turned and said, "Maybe it's a dream and we are both now dead."
Bo woke with a startle and took in her surroundings. They were still in a cell with hope of a rescue floundering…
To be continued… Finding Our Way Sequel… TBA in 2021.
A/N: May you all find hope, love, good health and peace in the coming holiday season. No matter where you're from, what you believe, how you love or what your truth, may your life give you all that you dream and at least a few moments of unexpected pleasures. I continue to hope for a world where everyone is permitted to live their life as they choose. Until that happens, I'll continue to create fictional worlds where fictional characters can do just that.
With hope and a grateful heart for your continued support,
CuddleFae