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From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: 'Hey, Aleda.' You turn to see you friend the monster in his winter finery. Well, as fine as red bow and a sack full of presents can be considered. 'You must be awfully cold, wearing so little in winter...' He then begins to fish for something in the sack. 'I mean, I can get away with it, being covered in fur and all, but humans need to be more careful- aha!' He had been rambling as he sifted through the sack, but then pulled out a blue doll and handed it to you. 'Have a way past cool Christmas!' He smiles, then waves as he leaves, off to spread more Christmas cheer.

~Mr. Monster Guy

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: My dear, it seems I've been caught,
I can't stop you from reeling me in.
Trying to resist is all for naught,
and so I come to you with a grin.
With yearning my heart is wrought,
you're as beautiful as sin.


P.S. I'm not a very good poet, but I hope you'll
accept me anyway &///&
~The Young Claus







From: K i m z y
Message: Merry Christmas! ^^





From: The Rhyming Ghost
Message: Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Here's a simple gift for you!

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message:
You know I think I've seen you before...yes,
It was in one Universe in which you lead a Kingdom to glory, snatching
victory from the jaws of defeat wherever you would lead.
People would whisper and pray to your name, their glorious
Goddess Aleda--the one who bought the Freedom of Valdtier.

The truth was you never were a Goddess, and those
around you knew this, though a Glorious and wonderful Queen you were during that time.
Sorrowful was the day you passed beyond the heavens, your people grieved for you greatly. More for those that were in love with you.

But pray and tell me, Miss Aleda Angelfire,
Do you have any memory of me anymore?
Or has Raem devoured your memories?
Some may see it as a blessing, but others
truly miss your embrace...

Do you...still remember me,
my beloved Aldea?


-Valoe

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Ah, Christmas spirit has such a unique scent&
Such a& sickness in the pit of my abdomen.
Enjoy this little gift, my darling, courtesy of The Widow.
But do be careful, it does bite.
Just like me.

-The Black Widow-



From: Lumina-choco-chan
Message: happy holidays ^^















From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh how annoying it is for all those bells to be jingling when you're trying to take a nap. :c

-The Anon of Bad Poetry

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I don't always sleep with women, but when I do, it's after we've made love.

- The Most Interesting Man on Gaia

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The stars, the moon, they shine brightly above, and as you peer up to stare at the night sky, snow falls, catching in your lashes and melting on your lips. A sigh of white clouds and you turn to leave the snowy field, unsure as to why you had gone out in the first place. The wind blows suddenly then and you turn away, bringing a hand up to shield your skin from the winter bite. But the wind is not cold, nor is it harsh, as it blows gently through your hair, brushing warmly against your skin; and you swear you can feel fingers trailing along your cheek and a soft whisper before the wind is gone.

&Merry Christmas.&

- The Sable Wind

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As you sleep by the fire, I still notice your shiver. Are you cold or lonely? I assume both so I shall place on you a blanket I have found on you chair. For you loneliness, however, I shall hold you in your sleep and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You stopped shivering! Have you noticed my presence, or the warmth of the blanket. I shall never know for when you wake up this Christmas morning, I will be nothing more than those whispers fading away and a stuffed little toy in your arms.

~ The Lonely Caregiver

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The trees of the forest are laden with a coat of frost, having long since lost their leaves in homage to autumn. The ground is covered with freshly fallen snow, and a fog has settled over the land. All around is gray and white, the fog so thick it is difficult to see far ahead. You are on a bridge crossing what you can only assume to be a stream, when suddenly there is the crunching sound of footsteps. Emerging from the other side of the bridge is a quaint little lamb dressed in layers of fluff and fur. The lamb's hair is very curly and plush, it appears very warm and cuddly.

As she steps upon this bridge, twinkling lights come to life, illuminating the gray darkness and the cold with tinges of gold. ''Oh, hello.'' She greets you gently, with a startled expression. Above your heads hangs a sprig of mistletoe, causing a flush across the Lamb's cheeks. ''Uhm...'' She shifts shyly, fidgeting for several moments before steeling herself. The Lamb leans forward and kisses you sweetly on the cheek!

''Um... As you travel, it will get colder, so-! Here, take this.'' From the satchel at her hip, the gentle lamb reveals a scarf. ''I knit it myself! Please take care of it.''

''If you follow my tread you will find the Holiday town, but watch out for the wolf! She follows my path.'' Suddenly her voice lowers very gently. ''Do not tell her that we've kissed, if you please? She may get... Jealous.'' The lamb bows her head and hurries across the bridge, calling back:

''Be safe, be warm! And have a happy Holiday season!''



Message: So here's the story:
I was trying to make you this ingenious little portable purse that could hold your little knick-knacks and trinkets. It seemed to be a golden idea! But when I crafted it all I got was this coin purse. I'm sorry, I hope your not too disappointed..
-The Clumsy Alchemist

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Tis I yes ma'am
The pixie
I am foe to light
And creature of the dark
And this is blight
I scorned by love one to many a time
Has made no hearts mine
I am alone and should always be for
My plague should
Should never again let be speak

The pixie

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As I was polishing silverwear,
I saw you sitting so quaint and fair.
But I know that for me you will never care,
So I just creep up close to sniff your hair!
And then at night you'll wander up stairs,
You'll open your drawer and find they're not there!
For I've secretly stolen your underwear....

From, Hobson the Creepy Butler


From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As the snow falls
I will give it my all,
To make sure you are fine,
Even if you are not mine.
I will wait,
Even if you are late,
Let me mend your broken Heart,
For am I a master of such an art.
Let the mechanic,
Fix your panic.
Let me take your shattered Soul,
And give you something to hold.
Even though I am a master of the Art,
Of fixing Broken Hearts.
I could never fix mine.
Despite that, I want your heart to shine!
Just like the Christmas lights!
And they are very bright at night.
I want you to be cheerful,
For to me, you are beautiful,
I just want you to know this,
I just want you to enjoy your Christmas.

~Arron the Lythcol Mechanic

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Alone alone alone
That what I'm meant to be
I warn you I do leave
While you can but first join in the merriment
The torture if you can
We have the rack
The bull the brazen one at that
The thousand cut
Going down your back
The hate and anomosity it's great
If you don't believe me ask the skeletons
They were dying to get in here

The pixie



From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As I'm folding the towels I watch you sit all alone,
Waiting for him to call by the phone...
But he doesn't care, no, not like I do.
All day and all night all I think of is you!
So I disguise my voice and I pick up the phone,
And pretend that I'm him so that we can phone-bone!

From, Hobson the Creepy Butler

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: A little boy with brown hair and brown hair is in a corner trying to warm himself and his sister around a small coal fire. Her skin was blue and her hair was pale, he looked so worried for her. He pointed to you, pulling his sister closer.
&look, sister. Look at how red her hair is, how warm she looks. One day too, we will have faces of the same colour, from our warmth.& He said to her just loud enough for you to hear. The little girl smiled wildly and they both pointed at you again. They ran together to you and set down a gift box. The little girl curtsied, coal dust falling from her hair with the movement. The boy kissed you hand gently like a little gentleman.
&Merry holidays.& The chorused before walking hand in hand back to their small fire.
the tag read &Birdie& in an elegant hand.

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I like kittens.

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You walk through town, its a cold evening and the snow falls around you lightly. The sun has just begun to set when a cool gust if wind picks up the snow around you and it swirls at your feet. There is a magical feel to the snow, a sort of charming music is heard in the air. Although you are alone you are not frightened of the mysterious snow. The swirling subsides... You are shocked to discover at your feet is a smiling elf with snow white hair and a green scarf. Her eyes are dancing merrily as gives you a beautifully wrapped package. 'Merry Christmas to you,' she says with a wink. The snow once again picks up and in the swirling moment, she is gone... The card reads, 'To a wonderful gaian, for a wonderful Christmas. Yours truly, Snow.'

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You are walking along the street at night pausing every so often to watch the snow fall around you. From behind you hear a fluting call. Turning around you see nothing, but when you squint you notice an odd shape moving through the clouds of fluttering snow. Into the light of a street lamp flutters a tiny dragon, barely the size of your head, carrying a giant sack. The dragon appears to be made out of crystal and his wings a beating so fast you can barely see them. He lands on the ground with a large THUMP and immediately begins nosing through his bag. He pulls out a tiny gift wrapped in blue and drags it to your feet. You bend to pick it up and by the time you stand up again the dragon is gone. The only thing you can hear is the sound of crystal chimes blowing in the wind. You look at the tag on the box and it reads:

&For one that has been so good this year, blessings of the season on you and yours,

~The Christmas Pendragon&

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The curiously realistic decoration

The Legend:

What was thought to be your typically charming Halloween decoration depicting a lynched woman hanging from a tree, turns out to be a genuine suicide.

The Truth:
In the town of Frederica, Delaware, a 42-year-old woman, perhaps distraught by the fact that she lived in Delaware, hung herself from a tree near a busy road on a Tuesday night. The body managed to hang there until the next day and was viewed by many unwitting (or perhaps retarded) spectators before somebody realized it wasn't a decoration and finally called the police.

Once again it's the lack of complaints from passers-by that amaze us. Even if the hanging thing wasn't a body, it was something that looked exactly like one and would be considered an extremely distasteful Halloween decoration (unless she put on a wacky witch's costume before doing the deed).

With the political correctness these days, you'd have expected two special city council meetings and 30 letters to the editor within the first ten minutes of someone seeing it.

We can't help but wonder, if the person who eventually called the police hadn't bothered, how much longer would the body have hung there? This happened five days before Halloween. Add five days of decomposition to the equation and suddenly you have something a whole lot more terrifying.

Also, did the woman plan this? She knew what time of year it was, and intentionally hung herself in a public place. Did she want her corpse to blend in with the bed sheet ghosts and stuffed witches around the neighborhood? If so, it sounds like she may have been a fascinating person.

---True Stories are enlightening

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: &Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try.& -Dr. Seuss

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Finally apart from you, do you have an answer?
But what was the question? You didn't know, now the way is lost.
Where souls fall through the holes in our neverending dream.
Where hearts overstart in the grander cosmic scheme.
There I'll be waiting, chained to my self, living off the sunsets in my mind.
I'll be falling, faster than the sun can cast its fading light.

-Le M.C.



From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Love.
Pure Love.
Undistilled adoration racing through my humming veins.
You Gave Me A Muffin.
&3



From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Hello my sweet
The sight of you is a treat
Think I'm done
Of boredom has begun
Do I cast my name away
And take on anew?
Would you like to know
Or would anyone
Who
Just who I am?

The Drakena

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I see you there
In the moonlight
I see you here
Walking along the path

~Always Watching



From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Player &Aleda Angelfire& has joined the game.

18_-23,R,15/26,O_16,-19,-12/26,L_-25,L,6/26
Decode, or die.

-The Mad Hatter

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As you walk through the snow, you see a small gift on the ground, addressed to you. there is a small note on the tag, only reading:
&Merry Christmas!
The air is cold,
the wind is howling,
the sleighs are old,
and no-one's drowning!& You think the poem is terrible and you open the gift. it's pretty bad, too. You see something written in the snow. A signature?
~The Gifting Squirrel~

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
So here is a bar of soap for you

To keep you squeaky clean
;D

From: Mika_Len
Message: Heehee, Merry Christmas!!!