The following gifts are delivered to their recipients on Christmas morning.

( Sounds familiar, doesn't it? )

What manner of enchantment dost lie upon City this night? Youth is aged and aged, youth. Shall sun be moon now also, and lark sing at dusk and nightingale bring in the dawn ( Read more... )

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How fleet doth fickle blood run bold, and not yet full two month's time from true love's sphere removed.

And yet how canst maidenhood, when promise offered yet waits to be possessed, still itself and say: Blood freeze and Heart beat not.

Shall Juliet now forever cloaked in winter be?

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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?

Tybalt, I beg thee stop thy fretting, I shall not make this my death bed. Thou art too full of honor and too strong of heart for Death to swing his fell scythe o'er this house.

How now, friends? Dear Zach, I beg thee let me hear thy voice, for I would know thou art recovered well.

'Tis a seeming strange day, I think.

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Ay me, if head doth pain and skin doth burn, and flesh doth prickle and swell...then Juliet is plagued with pox!

Lady Martha, forgive my absence, for I fear I shall not venture away from home today.

Dearest cousin, I beg thine indulgence. If thou art about, I would have a drink of water.

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I fear all good intents have been for naught, for I do see such sickness about. Find thou a physician, I beg thee all, 'fore little troubles grow and cause thee thy deathbed for to seek.

Dearest cousin, and dear friend Dawn, I shall brew thee tea and sit by thy sides as oft as I might. And pray thy hurts and sickness pass anon.

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Cousin Tybalt, where dost thou hide thyself? Come forth, for I would have us speak, an it please thee.

How now, good Thelma? I do hope preparations for the coming revel proceed apace. Hast thou a suitable costume chosen?

To speak of dress and masquerade, what thoughts come to all of thee? Shall we have a score of ghouls and ghosts, or sprites and

Races! Though I wager not, still should I like to see. Do any who art known to me compete ( Read more... )