A Visit from Father Nickolaus
T'was the night before Yuletide, when all through the shed,
The goblins were waiting, away from their beds.
Their traps were all ready, their snares all in hand,
Waiting for the moment when Father Nickolaus would land.
The orphans were sleeping, their excitement contained,
As the next day yielded presents; gifts they'd attained.
And Marcus, by the fire, his sword in his palm,
Was unaware of the plot, in the night's seeming calm.
When out in the fields, there arose such a clatter,
Marcus looked out to see what was the matter.
Upstairs he then went, in search of some aid.
Preferably Gorek, whose drunkenness had fade.
"I've looked outside, and I thought you should know,
There are goblins afoot! Your hammer! Let's go!
And that is not all that we've got to fear.
They've brought a golem with them. It's getting quite near!"
With a dash out the door (the two ran real quick),
They confronted their foes (plus the beast made of brick).
Defeat them they must, 'fore Father Nickolaus came,
In order to stop these goblins' vile, evil game.
"Now Gorek! Hold steady! We know that they want
To catch Father Nickolaus on his annual jaunt!"
And so they both charged, their weapons all drawn
To overcome their foes with brain (but mostly brawn).
And through the first wave the two crashed and dashed
With Marcus slicing, while Gorek's hammer bashed.
Against this assault the goblins fell back to the murk,
Sending in the golem to do their dirty work.
As the battle raged on, it caused much of a din,
More or less rousing everyone sleeping within.
But the golem was tireless, going about its rampage.
Mighty swings it delivered, cracking Marcus's rib cage!
And Marcus then lay there, all sprawled and laid low.
As the golem towered over, to deliver the killing blow.
When up on the rooftop, appeared Zarum the grouch.
Sleepy, but angry, his hands in his pouch.
"You fools dare to wake me? I'll play quite rough."
With the fireballs he flung, the golem vanished (with a puff).
And the goblins seeing their plans torn and tattered.
Made haste to their caves, and, so, they scattered.
Not a moment too soon, for in from the night,
A loud laugh was heard, accompanied by a sight!
It was Father Nickolaus, arrived in his sleigh!
Along with the reindeer, who brought him this way.
The children they gathered, 'round the jolly old soul.
As did Ruffles, whose eyes were really aglow!
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
His joy spread forth ('xcept to Zarum; he went to bed).
Nickolaus spoke no word, he went straight to his task,
As Gorek stood grinning, while Marcus healed through a flask.
Presents he gave, and to each child, a bright smile,
'Fore bidding farewell (he'll be gone for a good while).
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team, gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And to all he exclaimed, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Merry Christmas from the Project Phoenix Staff! May your holidays be filled with joy and good cheer!