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Steggy's Christmas Writing



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Tue Dec 01, 2015 11:45 am
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Day 1
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Wed Dec 02, 2015 1:31 pm
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Day 2

Spoiler! :
christmas love

Emitted by ugly
introvertive perception in you
decaded by the tender,
floral.
Tangled emotions,
with a mind of emotionless. However,
the random sways of the heart,
devoids the rustic chamber.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Thu Dec 03, 2015 10:00 pm
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Day 3

Pebbletown Christmas - Chapter 2
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Sat Dec 05, 2015 1:05 am
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Day 4

Spoiler! :
Mice and Elves (A Short Story)

Twas the night before Christmas, before the screaming children, before the pressure of dinner, and before the thought of presents, the crafty elves were helping themselves in the main kitchen. Few elves were watching for Santa, whispering codes and throwing candy canes while the rest were sneaking cookies and drinking milk. They worked quietly and thoughtfully, grabbing handful of cookies then leaving, which welcomed more elves in. It was a process that they have done, time after time and quietly than the first. Santa hadn’t noticed and wouldn’t as the elves, being clever and sneaky, would replace most of the food with decoes.
The process was moving smoothly, each elf getting their fair share. Some kitchen mice were watching from under the fridge, their whiskers twitching. They learned from over the years that the elves were silent on their feet, only stepping on the top of their toes before leaving. They would also remove the jingle bells from their shoes, handing them with care to the watchers at the door. The mouse did this when the elves were gone, leading an army into the kitchen then leaving without a small crumb.
Twas the night before Christmas, the mice were in order. The elves were planning their evening route for Santa, speaking in gibberish and handing different amount of notes. He was checking over the list, once or twice, before pushing it aside with the other notes. The mouse ranked each other off by twos, as the elf did when stealing food, meaning every mouse was for themselves. Two went to raid the fridge, climbing on the curved, metallic handle. Two with into the pantries, picking out different candies and sweets. Two went to the door watching Santa and his elves, every once in a while, sneaking back into the kitchen.

Twas the night before Christmas, the elves were planning. They hurried and worked until their faces were red. Sweat dripped through their festival clothing, especially under their arms and around their legs. Their pointed ears were red from the stress and hard-working for the night. After Santa went to check on the reindeers, some of the elves decided it was best to get some midnight snacks while the other elves stayed back and “worked.”
As they came into the kitchen, the mice have forgotten to check that they were coming. When the elves came, they were surprised as the mice. Small, little creatures each different colors, scurrying around the place with different amount of foods.
A little mouse holding a piece of fruitcake, looked up at elves and loudly squeaked. Most of the mice stopped what they were doing and ran under the fridge.
“Stop those mice!” one elf yelled. The elves barricaded the fridge, with lightening speeds, shoving arrayment of small furniture and lamps. All but one mouse, was under the fridge. All but one mouse against ten elves. He quivered as they circled around, like hungry birds.

“What’s the plan?” an elf named Pono asked, crossing his arms. Several elves mumbled and shrugged.

“I thought you had a plan,” piped an elf named Jim, who needed to shave badly. The rest of the elves sighed, coming up with ideas. The mouse was confused with the matter seeing elves talking in gibberish and decided while they were talking, would slip away.

“Can we kill him?”
“No.”

“Just a little bit?” Jim asked. Pono gave him a hard look before looking at the empty spot where the mouse was suppose to be at.

“Where’s the mouse?”

“What mouse?” Santa suddenly asked. The ten elves each did their panicked states, except Jim and Pono who rolled their eyes.

“Nothing of the matter, sir.”

“Well it seems to be a big deal as Hickory and Holly are screaming,” he said, gesturing to two elves. Pono face palmed while Jim ordered Hickory and Holly to calm down. Santa walked into the kitchen running a hand on the dirty counter, and looked at the results.

“Cookie crumbs?” he asked, patting the cookie crumbs on his red suit. Jim and Pono glupped. Santa walked around the kitchen, opening up cabinets and taking out dry food. After several minutes of searching, Santa sat down in a chair. Pono and Jim were both exhausted, resting against the fridge.
Twas the night before Christmas, the mice decided it was best to show themselves. First the little mouse, walking awkwardly out and onto the table. Santa gapped then smiled, reaching out a hand to the little creature. Soon more mice came and hobbled on the table, each shaking tiny paws with Santa, who was jolly and cheerful.
He bid good-night to his friends, hopping onto his sled and drove into the snowy night.
Twas the night before Christmas, when throughout the house nothing stirred, not even a mouse since they were celebrating Christmas, under Santa's fridge.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:18 am
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Day 5

Spoiler! :
lights twinkle in awe
the smell of holly, the smell of
cheerfulness. you smile, holding
onto your fears, in complete
wonder as you look around.
you shine brightly, as the snow spins.
the tree towers over, envy your wonderful motions.

small lies wrapped in wrapping paper,
given as a gift and yet, hides the
true meaning of the holidays
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Mon Dec 07, 2015 7:02 pm
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Day 6 and 7

Spoiler! :
Keys, locks and more
Fluffy dogs with missing collars,
Two front tooth and a hippo--
Marshmallow stew and spinning lights.

Holly hung by a fire,
Laughter, warmth and more
Singing songs, until tomorrow.


Spoiler! :
you promised me the world,
among other things.
you dream with your mouth closed, and your eyes open--
in the unpredictable end of things,
when the strong
wind blows
you promised me the world,
among other things.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Thu Dec 10, 2015 2:06 am
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Day 8 and 9

Spoiler! :
wish upon a star
ever so small, ever so bright
watch it die alone.


Spoiler! :
a big tree shines brightly,
in the town plaza.
there are kids who sing songs, and fake santas
in tangible breads-
i dream of the simple things like candy canes
and a mother's touch.
i get neither, as i stand in my red suit
holding children close, as they scream and whisper
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  








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