Literature
Christmas poem commission
On the Eve of Christmas, as the snowflakes drift, in the distance, the Big Man prepares for a full night of giving.
Elves in the workshop, wiggling their little toes to the beat of the holiday carols, heads dipping to the constant rhythm of busy hands, hoping to see grateful smiles from receiving children.
Through the heavy snow, in the massive stables, which glow in the night like a thousand beaconing fireflies, crowding the enchanted sleigh; stomp and neigh nine reindeer, outfitted with clear ringing bell straps: Santa's flying fleet.
For a single night only, for one and for all, a lone man, immortal and ancient beyond years, and his ent