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Part
Five
It was a glorious, starry night;
the snow shone with a luminous light
reflected from a million stars;
they twinkled red like jelly jars
and yellow as a honey comb,
and green and blue and orange they shone
upon the waves of fleecy snow,
and on the village, far below.
A single Elf looked up, then down,
and watched the lights within the town
and watched the cottage, safe inside,
where all his kindred did abide.
They'd laughed when Jingle said, "I hear...
I hear a voice, it's faint, but clear."
"The only thing you hear out there,"
they said, "is wolves, or it's a bear;
a Polar Bear, all white, with teeth--
it wants a little Elf to eat."
"No," Jingle'd said, "my magic ear
tells me it's not a thing to fear.
It is a child, I know...I know!"
And off he went,
through ice and snow.
And so it was that Jingle
found,
within a snow bank, soft and round
a crystal cradle, on the lip
of a ledge where it might slip
at any moment out of sight,
lost forever on that night.
Tucked within this magic bed,
a tiny child raised up his head
and stretched his arms, open wide,
as if to say, "Take me inside
where it is warm and safe, oh please."
So Jingle got down on his knees
and took the child into his vest,
where it could warm against his chest.
He also pulled the crystal
ship
behind him as he made the trip
back down the hill and to the town,
where he gathered all around
and said, "Summon the Elf King, Kril--
for I have found a miracle." |
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