- 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - 𝘚𝘩𝘦-𝘳𝘢 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 -

[45] !Holiday Special!

This is going to take place right after Angella sacrifices herself.

*I do NOT own 'T'was the night before christmas' by Clement Clarke Moore* I don't know if its copyrighted bc its so old but I wanted to say that anyways.

(Also I'm really sorry if you don't celebrate Christmas (Thus the 'Holiday Special') I just really wanted to use this poem because its a big part of my holiday season)

- 3rd Person POV -

[T'was the night before christmas. ]

Y/n crept through the hallways of the castle, holding as many gifts as her hands could hold.

[And all through the house. Not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse.]

When she reached her desired destination, she stood in front of it, admiring it like she used to do when she was a child.

[The stocking were hung by the chimney with care. In hoped that saint Nicholas soon would be there.]

Setting all of the other gifts down, she slowly approached the door, a single gift in her hand instead of the masses of them that she had been carrying previously.

[The children nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.]

She carefully pushed it open, being sure to not make a single noise.

[And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter nap]

Tiptoeing through the room, her eyes landed on the sleeping queen and how she was finally getting some much needed rest.

[When out in the lawn arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter]

Then, she set the gift down beside Glimmer's bed and placed a small note next to it before creeping out of the room.

[Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash]

She closed the door softly behind her and picked up the remaining gifts before creeping down the hallway to a different room.

[The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave a luster to midday objects below]

Approaching another room, she repeated the same process.

[When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer]

This room, was very different to the other one.

[With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick]

There were sword markings on the walls. An open punching bag in the corner. And a small, rectangular bed with a sleeping girl in it.

[More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name]

This time, the gift was bigger, something that the girl in the bed was sure to like.

["Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!"]

Like before, y/n set the gift down beside her bed with a small handwritten note, and went off to the next room.

["On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!"]

Like she had done with the previous two, she delivered all of her presents until there were no more.