Literature
Dragonheart- A Christmas Gift
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not one creature stirred, not even a mouse.
The stockings hung from the chair backs with care,
in hopes the big jolly ol’ dude soon would appear.
I had long settled into my bed; visions of the dragon’s stars danced in my head.
With a stretch and a yawn, I laid back in bed, letting sleep claim me like I was dead.
No sooner than strike of the midnight hour, when out on the lawn arose such a clamour.
Jerking awake with a start, I saw through the window a most peculiar sight.
To my vision came, like shimmering diamond, scales that gleamed in the night.
”Come