by Lord Drakelord » Tue Dec 18, 2018 5:22 pm
For those that missed the story here it is again
Tis the night before Christmas
As told by AW
The Ancient Wyrm stood tall and proud over looking the nursery.
Clad in only his night shirt and cap
he looked over the cribs and small beds with the baby Wyrms, Drakes,
Dragons, Greater Dragons, all curled and cover in bed.
Their dreams this evening of the hord of gold old
St Nick would bring them this night.
With a yawn he turn to go to his own bed when he heard a “Click, click”
off in the distance.
Thinking what could that be, he wonders over to his vault,
“Click, Click” he once more hears.
This time from the other side of the vault door,
turning the knob, he opened the door looking around inside its dark room
he once more hears, “Click, Click”. What can that be he wonders.
“Click, Click”, once more then a squeak of hinges this time.
That sound he knew a chest had been opened.
With a roar the Ancient Wyrm spat fire at the torches within the vault
and said with a curse ready,
“Who dares enters my vault on this very special night”?
A small voice off in a very dark corner says, “Santa Mouse, la. “
Santa Mouse? Could it be? No it couldn’t, Santa was by all the tales
a man, a human, but a mouse, ney it could not be.
Showed thyself Santa Mouse, the Ancient Wyrm bellows,
again flames fly from its mouth as it looks all around the huge vault.
“I am here, la”, comes the small voice under his feet.
Quick as he could he turns, his flames fire and he hits his tail.
With a curse on his lips he bellows once more,
“Why are you here Santa Mouse”?
Again the small voice answer him, just under his feet.
“Why I am here to be sure that all have a equal share of the hoard this
evening la.
To be sure that all will have fair and equal shares
I am checking your vault amount, la.
My Amount? The Ancient Wyrm asked,
“why would it be necessary to do such a thing?
Well it be known that you have the largest of the hoards
among all the Dragons, la.
And when St Nicks drops off his gifts to the others
he wishes to be sure that they receive it and not end up in here, la.
Besides do you know by count what you have here, la.
What! Fire once more lit the room,
“No I have no idea of the amount I have here,
only that its is mine and not anyone else’s!
He felt something climbing up under his nightshirt.
With twists and turns he sought to dislodge this climber but failed.
His movements were to slow to catch this nimble climber.
Soon it was on his head, he felt it march across his head,
he saw a flash of red as it climbed down and across his face to stand before
his very eyes. It was a mouse dressed in red.
With a squeak “I am Santa Mouse, la.”
He whips out a book, on it are the words, Bad List.
“So far you are just border lined for your name in this book,
a list Santa checks twice a day, la.
“Now if you wish to be sure to stay out of it, la”
“You best changes your ways, la”.
With a look of worry the Ancient Wyrm says.
“No no I will be good, please be sure to tell Santa.”
With a nod to the Ancient Wyrm,
Santa Mouse leaps off the top of his face to a large gold pile below,
and as slick as a rat, vanishes within the gold pile.
The Ancient Wyrm turns to lumber off to his bed,
his thoughts this evening are not on Santa, but Santa Mouse.
The next morning shouts of glee and happiness awake the Ancient one,
all of the other dragons are so proud of the hoard under their feet,
each with a card that reads, Merry Christmas AW. la.
With a worry look he rushes to check his vault, and just as he is about to
open it he hears prancing and pawing of little hoofs, and a great shout, “
Now!Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, on! Cupid, on!
Donder and Blitzen, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
As he opens his vault he at shock to see that his hoard is double the size
and on top is a huge card that reads. Merry Christmas, la!
The end