Christmas Presents Part Two

Alice V - ‘Fairytale of Jack and Jane’

“Little slut my love hehe,”
Boy and girl turn to face each other
Vehement hatred, burning passions
“Scumbag! Maggot!”

She calls out curses, he calls out names
The ‘Smiling’ Brother and ‘Crying’ Sister
With swords and knives and weapons
And injuries a plenty.

“On the first day of Christmas, my dear sister sent to me…”
His cackling laughter, madness touching the eyes.
“Heh, a kick from you to me,”
She retorts, the madness fighter.

And yet, as the light of day comes
The snow fallen on the ground
White against their darkness.
He whispers, ever so quietly.
“Merry Christmas Jane.”

“…Merry Christmas Jack.”

And thus the fighting begins again,
“You cheap lousy…”

Her - ‘Walking in an English Wonderland’

The country full of snow,
His usual darkness, usual anger, melted away in this frozen landscape
And thus beauty rains.
Beauty as the old country looks out
Drinking that ever present cup of tea.

To dancing fae, unicorns.
The ever unseen magics, his best friends
In the gentle fallen snow.
He smiles.

The ages disappear, the problems,
The leaders, the war, the hatred.
America, Japan, Russia,
All of them mean nothing.

Staring into the countryside.
England smiles.
And is a little child once again.
Happy, carefree, without those cares
Of the adult nations.

Truly out of his window.
A Winter Wonderland, in his little island nation.
Covered in white,
The Majestic Great Britain.

Sithrim and Munkel ‘Even Angels have wicked schemes’

A white angel, dipping from the heavens
Healing, graceful, elegant,
The one that stole hearts without even knowing it
Oblivious to all of this love, all of it.
And yet, that of the blonde boy.

The bad one, the rebel,
Loves burns bright passionately
Melting the snow of dear Christmas Eve.
Leaving steaming lines,
Drifting through space.

The Pale boy, pulls along his love
Gently, teasingly slowly, for his plan
His once wicked scheme
Requires the element of surprise.

The normal blushing, the normal embarrassment and shyness.
Forgotten underneath a green plant,
Demanding kisses.
Near to the fires and tree.

He pulls the blonde
Down onto a couch
Into a tight hug,
And he says ever so quietly.

“Merry Christmas…What would you like from me? Anything at all.”

And now…now it’s the blonde’s turn to blush.

Just remember always, even angels have wicked schemes
To play tricks on their boyfriends,
On the day of giving.