Tis’ the night before the last day of Yule, and all through the home, not a creature
was sturring. Not even a Garden Gnome (XD). Some Penticals and Yule-tide blessings
were hung by the fire with care, in hopes that the jolly horned king would soon be
there. The witches and pagens were snuggled in for the night, while dreaming of
dancing in a ring with the fay in their sight. Mother witch with her spells and me with
my staff, just settled our heads for a magical nap. When out in the frount, came such
a noise. I got up from slumber, to see the horned king with his toys. I stared through
the window with a face full of joy and a