GrayStar51

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Isket. Not a creature was stirring, not even a Tinger. The stockings were hung by their dens with care. In hopes that Claus would soon be there. The Warriors were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of great fights danced in their heads. Soraya in her 'kerchief, and Rayo in his cap, had just settled for a long winter's rest. When out on the lands there arose such a clatter, Rayo sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the entrance he flew like a flash. To look over the lands for fear of Kronadors. The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow, gave the luster of mid-day to rocks below. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear. But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny warriors. With a little old driver, so lively and quick. Rayo knew in a moment it must be Claus. More rapid than the rays his coursers they came. And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name!! "Now Dash! Now Salome!