Goddess of innocence {Kol Mikaelson}

•{Goddess of Christmas}•

❤Christmas❤

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not
even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the
chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon
would be there;
The children were nestled all snug
in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their
heads;
And Mamma 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 my 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 objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should
appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whisteled, and shouted, and called them
by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer
and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and
Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the
wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away
all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane
fly,
When they meet with an onstacle, mount to
the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas
too.
And then in twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof--
As I drew in my head, and was turning
around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a
bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his
foot,
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his
pack,
His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples
how merry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a
bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the
snow;
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 face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlfull
of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
myself,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
work,
And fill'd all the stockings; 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 sleigh, to his team gave a
whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a
thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all. And to all a goodnight"

•••

"From home to home,
and heart to heart,
from one place to another.
The warmth and joy
of Christmas,
brings us closer
to each other."
- Emily Matthews -

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it.❤