There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallow'd and old. There is death in the clouds, There is fear in the night, For the dead in their shrouds Hail the sun's turning flight, And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-altar fungous and white. To no gale of earth's kind Sways the forest of oak, Where the sick boughs entwin'd By mad mistletoes choke, For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk. And mayst thou to such deeds Be an abbot and priest, Singing cannibal greeds At each devil-wrought feast, And to all the incredulous world shewing dimly the sign of the beast. Merry Christmas. ~ H.P. Lovecraft's 'Yule Horror' The Nutcracker is not my story, and the Astro boy characters are not mine. The Nutcracker belongs to E. T. A. Hoffmann. Astro Boy belongs to Osamu Tezuka. I respect these artist and do not wish to take credit from their hard work and art.
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