Well, it's that time of year again.
Logosmas!
Snowballs.......candy canes...
.....mistletoe

So, in commoration of this wonderful holiday...
I present to all of sapience a poem.

Enjoy.


'Twas the Night Before Logosmas.


'Twas the night before Logosmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The Mhaldorians were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Sarapis might soon be there.

The Rajamala were snuggled all warm in their beds
While visions of bayberries danced in their heads.

With Shallam sleeping soundly, and I in my cap
We'd all settled down for a long, frigid nap.

When out from the gates there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

I glanced at the window, and saw in a flash.
A group of Maldaathi, hiding their stash.

When what to my wondering eyes should suffice...
But a gigantic sleigh, with suicide mice!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a heartbeat, it must be a trick.

More rapid than eagles my feet on the floor
As I put on my showshoes and flew out the door.

"On Lucky! On Happy! On Sleepy and Blitzen!"
On Cheerful! On Frantic! Oh......Oh why won't you listen!?

Up past the gate! To the top of the wall!
Run away! Run away! Run away all!"

Like a rodent so tiny, to reach for the sky
He yanked on his reigns, and started to fly.

So up to the house-tops, Beret-clad they flew
With the Sleigh full of toys, and the jolly man, too.

And there in the twinkling, I heard on the roof
The pawing of miceprints, and a further of proof.

As I reached for my sword, and was turning around...
Down came the fat man, tied up and bound.

"That's the last time -I- let those mice pull my sleigh!"
"I tell you when I'm free, they're so gonna pay!"

And a titter of joy from the house-tops exclaimed:
"It wasn't our fault! I swear we were framed!"

And the bundle of toys that the fat man held dear
Came down from the chimney and fell on his rear.

Out came a list so carefully made
That told of the plan of the "Shallam Mouse Raid."

Quickly I yanked on my clothes and I scattered.
And light on the snow my feet softly pattered.

To all of my citizen's houses and doors
I banged with my fist, I stamped on the floor.

"Shallam, Dear Shallam! Come aide to me quick!
Bring Longswords and rapiers and a very large stick!"

Then out in a flash from my chimney it came...
The twinkling of sleighbells, it sounded so lame.

Away in the night, they flew to the sky
Dropping the bombs from their backs way up high.

"Oh no you don't!" came the cry from the man.
"I'll not let you ruin one more of my plans!"

Quicker than lighting, but slower than rain
He withdrew a bow and slowly took aim.

That's all I remember from last night I swear...
Well......that and the falling of mice from the air.

And the fat man lept up to his jolly old sleigh
And yanked on his reigns and galloped away.

And he bellowed to me, 'fore he vanished from sight:
"Merry Logosmas to all! And to all a Good Night!"

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 352 AF.