Poetry

The Dragon’s Christmas

by Georgiana L. Gheorghe

Somewhere in the Crystal Realm,

There was a cheerful atmosphere

In the palace of the Snow Queen.

It’s that time of the year again

With fir trees, garlands, tinsel,

Carols and lights.

No one was merrier than the she-dragon.

She and her friends:

The phoenix, the winged horse

And another dragon with ice pink scales

Were the guests of honor

Of this fabulous party.

Big and small, young and old,

Magical and non-magical

Were waiting for Jolly Old Saint Nick.

Although waiting was kind of boring,

Everyone was having fun.

The she-dragon played

The role of the Christmas Dragon,

The winged horse gave the kids a ride

Through the colorful Northern Lights,

The fiery bird told stories about her adventures

And the pink dragon danced the Nutcracker

On the surface of the crystal lake.

The smell of apples, cinnamon, orange and pine

Filled the air

And everyone was overwhelmed by the aroma

Of the various dishes the servants brought to the Christmas Feast.

How they ate, then danced

Until they heard bells ringing followed

By other sounds.

“Now who could that be?” asked the the queen.

The sounds got louder and out of nowhere,

A fat guy in red and white attire

With brown boots and belt appeared like magic.

It was the guest everyone was expecting,

Father Christmas.

“I wonder how can all those presents

Fit in that sack,” thought the she-dragon

As she was waiting in line

For her wish to be granted by the gift giver.

Copyright Georgiana L. Gheorghe

All Rights Reserved.

December 24^th, 2019.