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Post by queenie on Dec 23, 2009 3:48:53 GMT -5
Warning: This story will get sillier as it goes on. Just froth on the eggnog, pass it all along.
Verses 3 & 4:
Donner was his faithful steed, slowing to a canter, Santa took a swig of mead, boldly did he enter Riddle sat upon his chair, snake around him gleaming, Speechless to see Santa there, or at least a seeming
"Riddle," Santa did declare, "You've been very naughty, Killing Muggles everywhere, acting ever-haughty. I beseech you, change your ways, try to act more kindly, Or you'll find at end of days, how you've lived so bli-indly."
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Post by MWPP on Dec 24, 2009 2:24:55 GMT -5
Love it! More!!!
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Post by queenie on Dec 26, 2009 0:35:36 GMT -5
The Continuing Story...
Riddle did stand from his chair, peered at Santa's mustache. "Is that Wormtail under there? Possibly a Lestrange? Are you pulling some old joke, trying to alarm me? Dressing up as some old bloke, make me think I'm ba-army?"
Santa drew himself to height, stood up to attention, "Riddle, I've arrived this night t’alter your direction. I recall a Christmas morn, you were six and slighted, Got a hat to keep you warm, which you soon igni-ited."
Riddle narrowed his red eyes, hushed in contemplation. "Saint Nick, this is a surprise, why this visitation? I remember that hat well, setting it on fire, Now you think that I'll fear hell, well you are wrong, si-ire."
The Twelve Days of Christmas will reveal the harrowing climax (!)
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Post by queenie on Dec 31, 2009 21:33:24 GMT -5
Then began a wizard’s duel, ‘tween the saint and sinner Santa fought with log of Yule, with the strength of winter Hardly did either man see, hidden in the shadows Draco Malfoy watched the spree, quiet as a spa-arrow
Riddle knew he was outmatched, so he took a retreat Vanished with a pop and snap, deaf to Nick’s entreaties Santa looked around and sighed, “Well, I tried my darnedest Looks like I’ll have to return, having made no pro-ogress.”
Transition, sing to "The Holly and the Ivy"
But at that moment did Draco Step outside of his alcove And humbly bid Saint Nicholas A welcome to his abode
And apologies for the snowballs He’d thrown when he was five And for having ruined his mother’s gown When it from Milan had arrived
And old Santa he did smile And he patted Draco’s head And he said, “You are not bad at heart Just recall what the Good Book said:
“That if you do unto others How you’d have them do unto you, You’ll be on your way to a better life If you’re always kind and true.”
And with that Santa gave a whistle Donner flew in from the roof And Santa flew back homewards Grinning like a harlequin goof
And from that day forwards Draco B'lieved in Christmas with his heart He decided not to be a bad man And he made a virtuous start.
Happy New Year, everyone!
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