I'm running out of ideas
For giving Christmas Cheer.
So here's a sweet for you
to enjoy this coming year.
Merry Christmas!
~Sheep
The Christmas Cheer Anon
Cheer comes in many forms
In many words and deeds
It warms you up and fills your soul
With growing little seeds
The more you give the more they grow
And blossom all year round
So spread a little cheer today
And revel in its sound
-The Holiday Cheer Anon
Apocalpysmus Fairy
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The Apocalypsmas Fairy
Spreads her radioactive wings
Straps on her sparkly gasmask
(And other sparkly safety things)
To fly over smoggy cities
And polluted country roads
And though she can't get very close
Every good child knows
That the Apocalypsmas Fairy
Is winging through the night
Preventing the apocalypse
Making sure the world's alright
So if you step outside on some chilly winter's eve
And see a green streak blazing through the sky
Get back inside, don't stare too long, but thank your lucky stars
That the Apocalypsmas Fairy has flown by
Anonymous benefactor
You creep down the stairs, a quarter past one
Just a quick peek at Santa, what harm could be done?
Tiptoeing quietly, you travel down
Listening carefully, to the rustling sound
Your body is shaking, excited with delight
One part enthusiasm, one part is fright
The living room entrance, light pouring out
Time for the truth, to settle your doubts
Turning the corner your eyes open wide
Standing before you, a great big surprise
Mechanics and bolts; he's all engineered
It's all just a joke, it's just what you feared
So stunned and so shocked, you can't shake your pause
Before you, standing tall, is Robot Santa Claus
Gliding on wheels he hands you a gift
A present inside a present... what a striking twist
Open your gift up, if you dare...
Not even this narrator knows what's in there.
Neige
Sparkling, glistening as you fall from the sky
A beauty so imaginable that you catch a wandering eye.
So fluffy so soft so pure and white
Even the sun makes you glow so ever bright.
Each one of you unique and rare
That you make us look closely at the details you bare.
So light as you flutter down from the clouds
A long journey for you to take
But in the end it was all worth the wait.
When you stick together
The ground becomes a radiant white
That is such a marvelous sight.
You bring joy to those so tiny and small
you light up their eyes as they watch you fall.
For you make them look forward to the day to come
As they get to play outside
and be a neighborly chum.
Merry Christmas and Happy New year.... Neige
Suspicious entry
As you're watching 'My Little Pony' you hear a small crash from the general direction of your living room. Curious, if a bit hesitant, you pause your ponies and make your way out to your living room, where you're met with an odd sight. Your coffee table is in absolute shambles, and there is an elf sitting in the center of the wreckage. As it crosses your mind to ask just HOW this elf got into your home, you're distracted by the elf handing you a rather artfully wrapped gift. "I hope this makes up for that." The elf says, but as you look up to question the elf you notice that the pointy eared one has vanished. You open your gift. ...You're not sure how this is supposed to replace your coffee table. ~Suspicious Entry
the Gift giving Ghostie
An anonymous benefactor
This here Ghost has run out of words to say,
creativity almost drained.
"But I must spread cheer!" I proclaim.
Take this, a pretty gift for a pretty lady.
-The Gift Giving Ghostie (who may or may not suck at poetry)
The Mwah Angel
* I hold a mistletoe above you from behind and pecks a friendly kiss on your cheek *
Wishing you a joyous and safe holiday .
gaia_angelleft M e r r y . C h r i s t m a s gaia_angelright
~ The * mwah * angel .
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Riku
So it's been a while since I've shown my face.
I decided to come out to this merry place.
To my surprise there is so much beauty.
So will you take my hand, and I'll lead out dance.
It's been so long I've almost forgotten the steps.
But with a little practice I'll learn again.
Happy Holidays
Love Riku
Dorian
A small fox walks up to you with a gift held lightly in his jaws. The forest around seems quiet other than a soft rustle of the remaining leaves on snow covered trees. The fox's body seems to shimmer slightly before it changes into that of a boy with more than a few fox features. "I-I head i-it was C-christmas. I h-hope you like it..." The boy turns, and you notice that he seems to be walking with the hind legs of a fox and shivering slightly in the cold. The name on the box is signed in a shaking hand.
Dorian.
The racer
Poems and novels and plays are grand,
They light up a world otherwise so bland.
They're so pretty and powerful and hold such sway,
Have you ever wondered how they got that way?
Words had to be said before they could be written
And used to make us all so smitten.
How did those special words come to be,
Before they arrived to set our thoughts free?
Do you think they were borne on breaths of air,
To let wisdom and love finally be shared?
Do you think they were thought up by small little girls,
Who were taking a break from their oh-so-fun twirls?
Do you think they appeared from the sky one day,
To help and shoo our fears away?
Do you think they popped out of a genius's head,
And landed on the page, ready to be read?
Whatever the case you believe to be,
There is only one thing I wish to gift thee:
Words to fill your heart with joy,
Stronger joy than any toy.
I'll give you these glasses that should you desire,
You may read and read even when your body may tire,
For words, unlike us, will never grow old,
And will hopefully let your heart stay bold.
Happy Holidays,
The Racer
Dasbic
'I am always here, watching and waiting for Time to grant me access to your line...'
The voice is gentle and amused, though still lingering with a longing that doesn't seem to be quelled easily. 'It doesn't happen often, and I find myself stuck watching and waiting for opportunity to strike.'
A sigh is heard and it's maker steps forward. Arms encircle you, drawing you close into a tight embrace. Gentle hands draw lazy designs against your back and a chin is rested on your shoulder. 'I only regret that I could not be here sooner, and that I do not have more time to give to you...' The face then turns against your neck and leaves a gentle trail of kisses against the flesh.
The figure separates and steps back. A hand reaches up to caress your cheek before a box is offered. 'Something to remember me by...though Time will take me from you eventually.'
---Dasbic
