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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Goblin Christmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little Man, and tiny Maid,<br>Who love the Fairies in the glade,<br>Who see them in the tangled grass<br>The Gnomes and Brownies, as they pass,<br>Who hear the Sprites from Elf-land call<br>Go, frolic with these Brownies small,<br>And join these merry sporting Elves,<br>But ever be your own sweet selves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The big bright Moon hung high and round,<br>In a densely darkened sky;<br>The tall pines swayed, and mocked, and groaned;<br>The mountains grew so high<br>That the Man-in-the-Moon came out and said,<br>'Ho! Spooks, for a merry dance.'<br>The winds blow hard, the caverns roar,<br>While o'er the earth they prance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Witch and a Goblin led the sprites;<br>Out from the sky they sprung;<br>And down the milky way they slid,<br>And over a chasm swung.<br>The streams around ran witches' broth,<br>The fumes were strong and rank.<br>These Elfin creatures all were wroth,<br>While of the stuff they drank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The cunning Moon looked on and laughed<br>With a shrill and sneering jibe;<br>Her soul grew fat to see them chaffed,<br>This mad and elfish tribe.<br>The big black caldron boiled so high<br>With food for these queer mites,<br>That it lit the world throughout the sky,<br>And down came all the Sprites.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Their mad career upset a star,<br>As through the air they flew:<br>It cringed in fear, and shot afar,<br>And fell where no one knew.<br>Orion's sword was broke in bits,<br>Corona's crown was gone,<br>Capella seemed to lose her wits,<br>While all so longed for dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from the night there came a sound<br>Of sleigh-bells ringing sweet;<br>Out of the chaos came a man—<br>Kris Kringle—for his Christmas treat.<br>'Ho! Kris!' they cried, 'We'll have some fun,<br>We'll bind the old man down,<br>We'll tie him up, and toss him o'er<br>Into our Goblin-town.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They climbed the sleigh with shout and din,<br>To bind his hands and feet;<br>A hundred strong they clambered in<br>Our good old Kris to meet.<br>He sat quite still, with twinkling eyes,<br>Then seized his mystic wand,<br>He raised it up, and waved it round<br>Stilled was this chattering band.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stiffly stark and still they stood,<br>Clad in elfish clothes;<br>Some were wax, and some were wood,<br>One had crushed his nose.<br>'Playthings rare,' he said and smiled,<br>'For children rich and poor;<br>Some I'll leave the crippled child,<br>And some at the orphan's door.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shook his reins, and called his steed<br>To bear him swiftly on.<br>Full well it knew its Master's need<br>To hurry e'er the dawn.<br>From house to house they scampered down,<br>Their sleigh-bells ringing clear,<br>Through chimneys in the sleepy town—<br>Good Kris and his reindeer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The windows rattled, the moonbeams tattled<br>A tale so strange and queer.<br>They told how at night, in dire affright<br>The Moon had hid in fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That he'd called in sport his elfish court<br>Of spooks and witches gay,<br>Each Elfin child, by glee beguiled,<br>Brought scores of others, they say.<br>Then a man appeared, with flowing beard,<br>In a sled with a reindeer fleet;<br>They gathered about with din and shout,<br>To bind him hands and feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Moon laughed loud at the gathering crowd,<br>While he held his sides in mirth,<br>To see old Kris in a plight like this,<br>Toiling o'er the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But alas for the Moon, he had laughed like a loon,<br>For Kris is a hero of old,<br>Yes, Kris is a seer; with his small reindeer,<br>He captured the Goblins bold.<br>And he changed them, they say in a wonderful way,<br>To toys, for his Christmas cheer.<br>The big dolls stare with a goblin air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the moonbeams prattle, I hear a rattle<br>Of hoofs on the chimney side;<br>Then out on the snow I gaze below,<br>'Hurrah! it's Kris Kringle,' I cried.<br>Then, sly as a mouse, he entered the house,<br>And hung up his treasures so gay.<br>Then out with a dash, he sped like a flash,<br>Into the night, and away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Who love the Fairies in the glade,
Who see them in the tangled grass
The Gnomes and Brownies, as they pass,
Who hear the Sprites from Elf-land call
Go, frolic with these Brownies small,
And join these merry sporting ..."></div>
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