Twas the night before Fiat Lux, and all through the Temple
Eight creatures were stirring, and the reason was simple
The bowl was placed in the center with care
in hopes that some names would soon be found there
Most townsfolk were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of grilled 'Vermis Danced in their heads.
But Bastien de Rosieres was first to arrive
Melita soon followed to see what was inside.
More people soon joined, they came in with a clatter
With greed or good-will to partake in the matter.
Away to the bowl they flew like a flash
Adding their names in to the fast-growing stash.
The lanterns burned brightly to welcome them there
In the spirit of giving, each gift to prepare.
And last came a snowy-haired songster so sly
Slipping in at the end with a wink of his eye.
He tickled the chin of a gryphlet so small
Twas a wonder she bonded a person so tall!
"Now what have we here?" he asked with a grin
And, peeping, she snuggled right up to his chin.
No visions of sugarplums came through their bond
But she gave him a picture with which to respond.
He laughed at the image, so pure and so warm
And in the blink of an eye he'd filled out the form.
He signed with a flourish, not one name but two!
And he wrote down a gift that would certainly do.
Then back the bard stood, next to Lily the fair
While Isuma chirruped and leaped to the air.
They waited, and wondered, and pondered, and thought
On the name that they'd get, and the gift that was sought.
Would Jata want booze? And would Amun want toys?
Would Lily want something that could make a sweet noise?
Would Kaimana want squirrels? Or some social clues?
Would Ollie want trinkets, or a new pair of shoes?
For fiery Melita perhaps something sharp?
Had Jigano put in for a shiny new harp?
They would find out before the festival's end
And maybe with a new gift they'd find a new friend!
Eight creatures were stirring, and the reason was simple
The bowl was placed in the center with care
in hopes that some names would soon be found there
Most townsfolk were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of grilled 'Vermis Danced in their heads.
But Bastien de Rosieres was first to arrive
Melita soon followed to see what was inside.
More people soon joined, they came in with a clatter
With greed or good-will to partake in the matter.
Away to the bowl they flew like a flash
Adding their names in to the fast-growing stash.
The lanterns burned brightly to welcome them there
In the spirit of giving, each gift to prepare.
And last came a snowy-haired songster so sly
Slipping in at the end with a wink of his eye.
He tickled the chin of a gryphlet so small
Twas a wonder she bonded a person so tall!
"Now what have we here?" he asked with a grin
And, peeping, she snuggled right up to his chin.
No visions of sugarplums came through their bond
But she gave him a picture with which to respond.
He laughed at the image, so pure and so warm
And in the blink of an eye he'd filled out the form.
He signed with a flourish, not one name but two!
And he wrote down a gift that would certainly do.
Then back the bard stood, next to Lily the fair
While Isuma chirruped and leaped to the air.
They waited, and wondered, and pondered, and thought
On the name that they'd get, and the gift that was sought.
Would Jata want booze? And would Amun want toys?
Would Lily want something that could make a sweet noise?
Would Kaimana want squirrels? Or some social clues?
Would Ollie want trinkets, or a new pair of shoes?
For fiery Melita perhaps something sharp?
Had Jigano put in for a shiny new harp?
They would find out before the festival's end
And maybe with a new gift they'd find a new friend!
