‘Twas the night before Groosemas, and all through Skyloft Not a creature was stirring. Not even Chris Hoff! Hover Boots were placed by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Groose soon would be there. The students were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of Pumpkin Soup danced in their heads. Mallara in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. 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, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to the clouds below. When, what my wondering eyes should adore, But a mini Loftwing, and a small pompadour. With a burly old driver, so loud and obtuse, I knew in a moment it must be St. Groose! More rapid than Blade Traps his avian came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called him by name! Now Loftwing! Now, Loftwing! Now, Loftwing and Loftwing! On, Loftwing! On, Loftwing! On, Carl—er... Loftwing! To the top of the dorm! To the top of the wall-oftwing! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away, Loftwing! As dry leaves that before the wild Thunderhead fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the statue the Loftwing he flew, With the Pouch full of plunder, and St. Groose too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a great caw The prancing and pawing of each little claw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Groose came with a bound. He was dressed all in cloth, from his hair to his foot, And his clothes were quite spotless of ashes and soot. A bundle of bluster he’d flung on his back. He looked like no Mask Salesman, flexing his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how sultry. His cheeks were like Zeus’, his nose so un-paltry! His large mouth was spread out, like a banana, And his glorious jawline was as clean as my nanna’s. 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 frame and a boulder-hard belly That shook not when he laughed—it made me so jelly! He was strapping and buff, a right jolly young elf, And I laughed 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 had nothing to dread. He spoke lots of words, and went straight to his work, And filled the Hover Boots, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his bird, to the sky stressed his power, And away they both flew like the stem of a Heart Flow’r. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he soared out of sight, “Happy Groosemas to all, and Groose Groose a Groose night! Groose.”
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:16:53 +0000
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