Poem: The Malfoy Advent Calendar - Door #14
With compliments of the season. A new take on an old favourite.
Door 1 | Door 2 | Door 3 | Door 4 | Door 5 | Door 6 | Door 7 | Door 8 | Door 9 | Door 10 | Door 11 | Door 12 |
Door 13 | Door 14 | Door 15 | Door 16 | Door 17 | Door 18 | Door 19 | Door 20 | Door 21 | Door 22 | Door 23 | Door 24 |
Title: The Malfoy Advent Calendar - Door #14
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: N/A
Genre: Holiday themed! Humour
Rating: G
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: 570
Author's Notes: From the I Am Draco universe, a new vignette for every day of December up to Christmas Eve. Some are funny, some are touching, some are thought provoking. All are Malfoy-centred and festive-themed. Chapters stand alone, varying in time before and after Father To Son.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore.
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Manor
No one was stirring, thought it could be a glamour.
Except for one person whom I'm sure you have guessed
To his bedroom window had his nose closely pressed.
I'm sure I need not introduce this little boy,
Who goes by the name of one Draco Malfoy.
Grey eyes were searching the skies up above
For a sign of the man he'd heard so much of.
His parents had told him on a night such as this
Little boys were presented with wonderful gifts.
All they had to do was to simply be good
And Draco was sure he'd done as best as he could.
Away in the east came a glimmer of light
Which grew as it came closer revealing the sight:
A bright red sleigh pulled by eight strong reindeer
And a man whose round face beamed with good cheer.
Draco's eyes and mouth opened in total surprise;
He'd been sure that the stories were nothing but lies.
Mindful of the fact he should be sleeping in bed,
He scrambled there quickly and covered his head.
A soft sound of footsteps could be heard on the roof,
And impatient clatters from a reindeer's hoof.
With a sudden rustle inside the chimney stack
There appeared in the grate the man and his sack.
Draco was peering from under the sheet
Whilst wondering if this visitor he should greet.
He decided to pretend to awake with a yawn
But on doing so was met with a look of pure scorn.
The man was standing there checking a list
And on seeing young Draco, pursed up his lips.
"Now you are Mr Malfoy, I presume?" he did ask.
"How did you know?" Draco said with a gasp.
The man just chuckled and replied with a wink,
"Because I'm St Nicholas but you knew that, I think."
"Now, I need you to tell me something if you would,
For I cannot tell if you've been bad or been good."
Draco sat up and replied with a smirk,
"Sounds like your elves haven't been doing their work.
Now listen closely and take note if you would,
As this year I have been extra specially good."
St Nick nodded thoughtfully and rubbed at his beard,
"In that case, young Draco, it is as I feared."
He picked up his sack and shook his grey head,
"This year, Mr Malfoy, I was sadly misled.
"Your answer you see, told me more than you know
And now it is time for old St Nick to go."
"You can't go yet!" Draco cried out in fear,
"What about my presents? Isn't that why you're here?"
St Nicholas began to laugh till he cried,
While poor Draco pouted and rubbed at his eyes.
St Nick blew his nose on a red handkerchief
And sighed in pleasure from blessed relief.
"Now Draco," he bestowed a bright smile on the boy,
"There are no presents for you, not one single toy.
I should have remembered as soon as I came in,
That you are a Malfoy and a Slytherin.
And those two simple factors mean that you never could
Be anything remotely resembling good."
He disappeared up the chimney and got back in his sleigh,
And then, with a whistle, started flying away.
But as he left, he called out with a grin,
"Merry Christmas to all, even all Slytherin!"
****
With apologies to Clement Clark Moore and my fellow Slytherins : )
All feedback gratefully received and appreciated.
Door 1 | Door 2 | Door 3 | Door 4 | Door 5 | Door 6 | Door 7 | Door 8 | Door 9 | Door 10 | Door 11 | Door 12 |
Door 13 | Door 14 | Door 15 | Door 16 | Door 17 | Door 18 | Door 19 | Door 20 | Door 21 | Door 22 | Door 23 | Door 24 |
Title: The Malfoy Advent Calendar - Door #14
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: N/A
Genre: Holiday themed! Humour
Rating: G
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: 570
Author's Notes: From the I Am Draco universe, a new vignette for every day of December up to Christmas Eve. Some are funny, some are touching, some are thought provoking. All are Malfoy-centred and festive-themed. Chapters stand alone, varying in time before and after Father To Son.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore.
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Manor
No one was stirring, thought it could be a glamour.
Except for one person whom I'm sure you have guessed
To his bedroom window had his nose closely pressed.
I'm sure I need not introduce this little boy,
Who goes by the name of one Draco Malfoy.
Grey eyes were searching the skies up above
For a sign of the man he'd heard so much of.
His parents had told him on a night such as this
Little boys were presented with wonderful gifts.
All they had to do was to simply be good
And Draco was sure he'd done as best as he could.
Away in the east came a glimmer of light
Which grew as it came closer revealing the sight:
A bright red sleigh pulled by eight strong reindeer
And a man whose round face beamed with good cheer.
Draco's eyes and mouth opened in total surprise;
He'd been sure that the stories were nothing but lies.
Mindful of the fact he should be sleeping in bed,
He scrambled there quickly and covered his head.
A soft sound of footsteps could be heard on the roof,
And impatient clatters from a reindeer's hoof.
With a sudden rustle inside the chimney stack
There appeared in the grate the man and his sack.
Draco was peering from under the sheet
Whilst wondering if this visitor he should greet.
He decided to pretend to awake with a yawn
But on doing so was met with a look of pure scorn.
The man was standing there checking a list
And on seeing young Draco, pursed up his lips.
"Now you are Mr Malfoy, I presume?" he did ask.
"How did you know?" Draco said with a gasp.
The man just chuckled and replied with a wink,
"Because I'm St Nicholas but you knew that, I think."
"Now, I need you to tell me something if you would,
For I cannot tell if you've been bad or been good."
Draco sat up and replied with a smirk,
"Sounds like your elves haven't been doing their work.
Now listen closely and take note if you would,
As this year I have been extra specially good."
St Nick nodded thoughtfully and rubbed at his beard,
"In that case, young Draco, it is as I feared."
He picked up his sack and shook his grey head,
"This year, Mr Malfoy, I was sadly misled.
"Your answer you see, told me more than you know
And now it is time for old St Nick to go."
"You can't go yet!" Draco cried out in fear,
"What about my presents? Isn't that why you're here?"
St Nicholas began to laugh till he cried,
While poor Draco pouted and rubbed at his eyes.
St Nick blew his nose on a red handkerchief
And sighed in pleasure from blessed relief.
"Now Draco," he bestowed a bright smile on the boy,
"There are no presents for you, not one single toy.
I should have remembered as soon as I came in,
That you are a Malfoy and a Slytherin.
And those two simple factors mean that you never could
Be anything remotely resembling good."
He disappeared up the chimney and got back in his sleigh,
And then, with a whistle, started flying away.
But as he left, he called out with a grin,
"Merry Christmas to all, even all Slytherin!"
****
With apologies to Clement Clark Moore and my fellow Slytherins : )
All feedback gratefully received and appreciated.