A Dragon for Christmas

Prologue

The snow drifted steadily outside, and I couldn't help wishing that the Vikings celebrated a modern-day Christmas.

I also wished Toothless was here so he could see the five eggs I had laid a few hours before.

Each was about the size of a basketball and black with a light dusting of purple speckles. They all seemed to have a dark blue shimmer to them, which turned out to be very hypnotic if you stared at them too long. I wrapped my tail around the eggs and snuggled them proudly, humming a Christmas song.

"Away in a manger,

"No room for a bed,

"The little Lord Jesus

"Lay down his sweet head..."

I promised myself that, despite the religious differences between Toothless and I, I would raise these dragonets as Christian dragons.

The snow drifted steadily outside...