From: owner-chakram-refugees-digest@smoe.org (chakram-refugees-digest) To: chakram-refugees-digest@smoe.org Subject: chakram-refugees-digest V7 #151 Reply-To: chakram-refugees@smoe.org Sender: owner-chakram-refugees-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-chakram-refugees-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk chakram-refugees-digest Wednesday, December 26 2007 Volume 07 : Number 151 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [chakram-refugees] A little Xena holiday fun [XT Subject: [chakram-refugees] A little Xena holiday fun T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SOLSTICE T'was the night before Solstice, and all through the wood, Not a creature was stirring, not evil, not good. The fire was burning, keeping us warm, While the sky remained clear, providing no storm. The bard was nestled all snug in her bed, While visions of breakfast danced in her head. Her in her cloth, and I in my leather, Had just settled down, dreaming of days much better. When all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. I leapt from the ground to stand in the grass, Ready for action should I need to kick ass. The moon shone down providing little light, The darkness engulfing the silence of night. I opened my eyes and muttered, "Of course," When I saw the chariot drawn by a horse. You think warlords would rest since Solstice was here, Then again, maybe this chap was just drunken on beer. I awoke Gabrielle with water in the face, And she was quickly at my side, knowing the pace. He was almost upon us, the warrior scum, And to dare challenge me, proved he was dumb. I could imagine him now, a butt-ugly man, And he'd have such an odor, I'd kill for a fan. I was growing annoyed at how slow this man came, I wished he would hurry so we could end the game. Gabrielle and I would stop him before he could utter a peep, To then return to our beds for our well earned sleep. Finally the moron had made it over to us, And under my breath, I muttered a cuss. I drew my sword and stood my ground, When out stepped the driver, jolly and round. I smacked myself in the head when I realized it was he, He wasn't some moron here to fight me. No, he was the man that handed out toys, To all the villages, to the good girls and boys. 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 on his chin was as white as the snow; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. "Sintacles!" Gabrielle called, hugging our friend, The toy maker whose life we did mend. He stepped out of the chariot with a great, big, large sack, And carried the weight like a horse with a pack. I suggested a reindeer and not a chariot, but a sleigh, In hopes it might keep the thoughts he was a warlord away. He nodded his head, but then told us he had gifts for Gabby and I, Scrolls for the bard, and for me, parchment that could fly. Then he jumped back into his chariot, fast, For the time he could spend with us had past. But I heard him call back, as he rode into the wood, "Merry Solstice to all, and Xena stay good!" For more holiday Xena fun, you can also sing your X-Mas carols... XENA STYLE! http://www.bitchofrome.com/Pages/solstice_album.html Happy holidays Xenites! Julie "XT" Ruffell www.CreativeRune.com - coming soon! www.bitchofrome.com "I don't do this to die. I do this to live." - Laura "Seconds" ========================================================= This has been a message to the chakram-refugees list. To unsubscribe, send a message to majordomo@smoe.org with "unsubscribe chakram-refugees" in the message body. Contact meth@smoe.org with any questions or problems. ========================================================= ------------------------------ End of chakram-refugees-digest V7 #151 **************************************