Twas the Evening Before Yultide

Twas the evening before the cold Yuletide morning,

Not a sound could be heard, except for a dwarf's snoring;

Stocking were hung above Storm's chimney with such care,

In hopes that Nicholas the Giver would soon be there;

The children of Fauern dreamt while in their deep sleep,

While the Giver traveled from Mithral Hall to Zhentil Keep;

And Hannah in her white gown and I in my cap,

Had just turned in after drinking an entire ale tap,

When outside the house there arose such a clatter,

I grabbed my sword Vithril to see what was the matter;

From my amulet Sylune's ghost flew like a breeze,

Blowing dust in my face, causing me to sneeze;

Selune's moon was shining it's light from above,

I quickly went to the bed, awaking my lady love;

Quickly we went, looking out the window, not knowing what to say,

When our eyes spotted eight tiny reindeer pulling a miniature sleigh;

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it was the Giver named Nick;

Faster than an eagle soaring they came,

Nick slapped the reins and called them by name;

"Now! Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer and Vixen!"

On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch and the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

No obstacle could stopped them as they moved from the sky,

Up to the roof they flew, my love letting out a sigh;

So on the roof the reindeer landed with such stealth,

Stepping from his sleigh, Nicholas tightened his belt;

Then with my ears I heard a steady beat,

The reindeer were lightly stepping their feet;

As we drew our weapon and walked down the stairs,

There was Nicolas the Giver standing right there;

He was dressed in red and white fur from head to toe,

His clothes were stained from the soot and the snow;

A large sack of gifts were flung right over his shoulder,

A tiny tag stuck out, it said "To Pikel Bouldershoulder"

His eyes twinkled as he opened his sack, how merry!

His red cheeks were like roses, and his nose like a cherry!

His droll mouth was drawn like a bow,

And his long beard was as white as snow;

His eyes spotted Hannah and I holding our enchanted blades,

His belly shook like jelly as he pulled out a small dagger of jade;

He was chubby and plump, like an oversized dwarf,

I laughed as he pulled out a ring of polymorph;

Then with a twist of his head and a warm gaze,

Both Hannah and I put our weapons away;

He spoke not a word, going straight to his work,

After he filled our stockings, he turned with a jerk;

He placed his chubby finger on his nose;

Giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh and his team sprang into step,

We watched him fly away, my Hannah softly wept;

But then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of my sight,

"Merry Yuletide to all and all a good-night!"

Bowie Butterball

Nighal 24 1374, Year of Lightning Storms

Note: I know that there is no actual Christmas holiday or acutal Santa Claus figure (though you could say that Vangerdahast looks like him)in the Forgotten Realms, but so what. The poem is based off of the classic Christmas poem by Clement Clarke Moore.

Once again, Merry Christmas to everyone, and good night...Also if you're wondering about the date, this is when the poem is taking place many years after the current events...