• The Northern goddess is now awake, quick to shelter you must take. What once was green turned golden brown, now lays to rest under frozen ground. She dances in the nights strangle and holding true to her title, she'd freeze time so it forever stays idle.

    Great Father christmas has arived on his horse drawn sleigh, dressed in crimson red speading magic on his way. Inside his bag awaits handsome gifts of treasured toys, as he makes his yearly run delivering smiles to all the good little girls and boys. His coming foretold, his leaving unseen, yet now under every tree are boxes with bows dressed in red and in green.

    The goddess laid on the clouds above, in thought of what tomorrow brings with both happiness and with love. She made quite sure that he was gone before she danced again, to defrost time and bid adieu for this was now the end.

    An honor to behold as as she tucked the world in white, puting blankets of snow over us then kissing us good night. Her kiss sent shivers yet told us it was time, that she'd she'd be back again next year and so I end this rhyme.
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    ~By: Anthony G. R. B. (Hiltshank)