An Enchanted Celtic Christmas Tale
The End
By La Belle Rouge
Then she spied from the corner of her eye
A most distinctive and charming elf so small.
Dressed in red , his cute face made her sigh
Obviously not a true Irish leprechaun at all !
He had snowy hair and gold rimmed glasses
With candy canes on his hat and by his side.
Delightful he’d be to see by lads and lassies
And she laughed at him until she almost cried
He spotted her behind a fat, tall juniper tree
“Merry Christmas Fair Princess,“ he called.
“So far you are on St. Nicks nice list I see”
“Be careful or into the naughty list you’ll fall.”
He called to a reindeer and quickly jumped on
And with the wink of an eye the elf was gone.
Music "Bonidoon"
12/17/2013 La Belle Rouge
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"The Old Folk say you could hear dancin
In the silver of a winter’s bright moon
All the jolly Wee Folk jumpin and prancin
Like frisky, newborn calves ‘oft do in June."
With Santa being so small, best check your drainpipes as well as your chimney this year, dear Belle! Puts me in the mood for some Irish magic... Baileys might do it :) Nice to be among the festive folk this season, bless you. xx
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
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La Belle
with the Sun always to be
at your back doing good
Lady Vivian
Celtic of yor for the music and the magic of St. Nick
is a Treasures of Christmas. A wonderful series sweet Belle.
Lady Mary Ann
In the silver of a winter’s bright moon
All the jolly Wee Folk jumpin and prancin
Like frisky, newborn calves ‘oft do in June."
Enchantment here. Love it.
budd
Cute cute cute!!!
Merry Christmas my friend!
Teresa
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Ron