An old Christmas Story posted on the Ebonskull forums - wall of text just copy and pasted from text document sorry
To Dealthagar: a Christmas story just for you, from Anna
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Posted by From All of Us at BTF to All of OES: Happy Hoildays on December 22, 192000 at 06:35:32:
Every Moor Down in Wintermoor Liked Christmas a lot... But the Lich Lord, Who lived just North of Wintermoor in Caina, Did NOT! The Lich Lord hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Moors, Staring down from his Golgotha with a sour, Lich frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Moor down in Wintermoor beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath. "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Lich fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!" For, tomorrow, he knew... ...All the Moor girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Moors, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on moor-pudding, and rare Moor-roast-beast Which was something the Lich couldn't stand in the least! And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all! Every Moor down in Wintermoor, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with thier new Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Moors would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Lich thought of the Moors-Christmas-Sing The more the Lich thought, "I must stop this whole thing! "Why for One Hundred fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! ...But HOW?" Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE LICH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Lich Laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Lich trick! "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..." The Lich looked around. But since reindeer are scarce on Ice Island, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Lich...? No! The Lich simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called - Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion
. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle sleigh And he hitched up - Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion
. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the
Wintermoor they say That the Lich's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! Why he ever freed Aleph The Oracle to beat!And he... ...HE HIMSELF...! The Lich carved the roast beast!
[revised from a grinch stole christams]
Edited version
Every Moor down in Wintermoor liked Christmas a lot, but the Lich Lord who lived just North of Wintermoor in Caina, DID NOT!
The Lich Lord hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason?
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason... His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Moors. Staring down from his Golgotha with a sour, Lich frown, at the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Moor down in Wintermoor beneath was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Lich fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew... ...All the Moor girls and boys would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Moors, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on moor-pudding, and rare Moor-roast-beast which was something the Lich couldn't stand in the least! And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all! Every Moor down in Wintermoor, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with thier new Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Moors would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Lich thought of the Moors-Christmas-Sing The more the Lich thought, "I must stop this whole thing! "Why for one hundred fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! ...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE LICH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Lich Laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Lich trick! "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..." The Lich looked around. But since reindeer are scarce on Ice Island, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Lich...? No! The Lich simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called - Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion.
Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle sleigh And he hitched up - Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down toward the homes where the
Wintermoor they say That the Lich's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! Why he ever freed Aleph The Oracle to beat!And he... ...HE HIMSELF...! The Lich carved the roast beast!
[revised from A Grinch Stole Christmas