Title: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Author: Adapted by Hex
Pairing: hints at C/S
Summery: My adaptation of the classic poem
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the poem which this was adapted from.
A/N: This is a first written work, so be gentle in any replies please. Since it is hard to tell the poem is from the POV of
Strife.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' Olympus,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Hephaestus;
The stockings were hung by the alters with care,
In hopes that Santa (me an’ Cupe) soon would be there;
The godlings were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads,
And Cupe in his birth suit, and I with him,
Had just settled in bed clinging limb to limb--
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Popped my head out the window under the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
that made 'Pol curse so much he lost his glow;
When, what to my suspicious eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
"On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donner and Blitzen;
"To the top of the stairs! To the top of the temple!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away it’s simple!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the temple-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys -- and the old man too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down through the skylight St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all perfect I knew something was afoot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I gawked when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I might have nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up to the roof he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight --
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.