Scene 11 - Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'

[tender_juliet]

Dearest Saint Nicholas,

If I could'st but beg thine indulgence, for the whim of a girl far from home.

I wish only for these things: good health for my friends, strength and joy for my dear cousin, and a glimpse of my own love's face.

Surely these are but small requests?

Comments

[heyfootballhead]

Does Santa really give presents like that?

[tender_juliet]

I know it not, but shall I ask for earthly things, for pretty things, when these other are more pressing?

[heyfootballhead]

There's not much point if he can't deliver...you could always ask Santa to give your friends things, if that would make them feel better.

[tender_juliet]

But I know not what they should like, what should make them truly happy. Thou hast the right of it, though -- these are better wishes than such ethereal thoughts of health and love, that are bestowed by gods and fortune, and not by children's tales.

[heyfootballhead]

It'd be pretty cool if you could give someone things like that for Christmas, though.

[tender_juliet]

Ay, would it not? An there be a place in all the world where such could be, 'twould be this City, dost thou not agree?

[heyfootballhead]

Probably so!

I think I could stand a 'be peaceful and happy' curse, couldn't you?

[tender_juliet]

Fortune hath favored Juliet, for I hath not suffered as many have. But never shall I speak ill of any that bring peace and happiness. Thou hast a wisdom, I reck.

[heyfootballhead]

Thanks, I guess.

You're Juliet? That's a pretty name.

[tender_juliet]

'Twas complimentary, I promise thee.

My thanks, friend. And thy name?

[heyfootballhead]

I'm Arnold!

It's nice to meet you.