Post by JKMcGonagall on Dec 22, 2005 2:35:04 GMT -5
This was written in response to a plot bunny bite.
Summary: Father Christmas, Albus, and Minerva meet on Christmas Eve at Hogwarts. (See the story that goes with it in the Fluff section.)
Rating: Anyone and Everyone on the Board.
Twas the Night Before Christmas (Hogwart’s Style)
by JKMcGonagall
Twas the night before Christmas
At Hogwarts, you know.
Way up in the Highlands
All covered with snow.
The castle was dark,
Not a creature was stirring.
Even Peeves was asleep
And probably snoring.
The stockings were hung,
At the foot of each bed,
In hopes that Father Christmas
Soon would be there.
The students were settled,
All snug in their houses,
Asleep in their four poster beds.
While visions of Christmas Feasts,
And Yule Balls danced in their heads.
The Headmaster in his nightshirt,
And the Deputy Head in her tartan cap,
Had just settled themselves down,
For a long winter’s nap.
When outside the castle
There arose such a clatter,
That they sprang from their
Bed to go see what was the matter.
First they checked all the Houses,
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, too,
were all silent and dark.
Slytherin showed no signs of trouble,
And got a good mark.
The corridors of the school
Were all empty, dark and still.
No students were out of bed.
No one was petrified or ill.
They headed to the Great Hall,
The next stop on their tour,
Of the school at midnight,
(For insomnia, it’s a great cure.)
As they entered the Great Hall,
And looked all around.
Snow fell from the enchanted ceiling,
As light from a bright, full moon shone down.
Suddenly, from the front hall
there came a loud clang,
There was a knocking on the doors
And they flew open with a bang.
The Headmaster and his deputy
Thought they were hidden from view,
As Father Christmas strode in
He said, with a jolly laugh, “I see you two.”
He was dressed in long, green dress robes
That reached to the floor.
They were trimmed all in fur,
He looked prepared for a Yule Ball galore.
He spoke no more words,
But picked up his pack
And headed for the Great Hall,
He did not look back.
The two followed him quickly,
Arriving just in time to see,
Presents for all the staff and house elves
Being placed under the trees.
He went to the fireplace
And the Floo powder he took.
He used it to visit each House
And each and every castle nook.
When he was finished
He returned to the front hall.
Gathering up their Gryffindor courage
The two gave a loud call.
They had their wands lit,
As they called out his name,
“Please, Father Christmas,
Can you wait just for a bit.”
“We won’t keep you long,
For you’ve a long ways to go.
But, how do you do it?
We really would like to know.”
“Ah, Headmaster (and deputy, too)
My secrets are mine
But, I’ll give you a clue…
I keep turning back time.”
“Happy Christmas, to you Headmaster,
And to your deputy, too.
I wish the both of you, and all of your crew
The very best, in the year that is coming and new.”
“I have many places to go, so I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
He said with a smile, throwing open the door.
He disappeared in a flash,
As they raced across the floor.
They watched as he sprang nimbly
Into his horse drawn sleigh.
With a flick of the reins,
Father Christmas and his team were back on their way.
But they heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight.
“A Happy Hogwart’s Christmas to all,
And to all a good night!”
Summary: Father Christmas, Albus, and Minerva meet on Christmas Eve at Hogwarts. (See the story that goes with it in the Fluff section.)
Rating: Anyone and Everyone on the Board.
Twas the Night Before Christmas (Hogwart’s Style)
by JKMcGonagall
Twas the night before Christmas
At Hogwarts, you know.
Way up in the Highlands
All covered with snow.
The castle was dark,
Not a creature was stirring.
Even Peeves was asleep
And probably snoring.
The stockings were hung,
At the foot of each bed,
In hopes that Father Christmas
Soon would be there.
The students were settled,
All snug in their houses,
Asleep in their four poster beds.
While visions of Christmas Feasts,
And Yule Balls danced in their heads.
The Headmaster in his nightshirt,
And the Deputy Head in her tartan cap,
Had just settled themselves down,
For a long winter’s nap.
When outside the castle
There arose such a clatter,
That they sprang from their
Bed to go see what was the matter.
First they checked all the Houses,
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, too,
were all silent and dark.
Slytherin showed no signs of trouble,
And got a good mark.
The corridors of the school
Were all empty, dark and still.
No students were out of bed.
No one was petrified or ill.
They headed to the Great Hall,
The next stop on their tour,
Of the school at midnight,
(For insomnia, it’s a great cure.)
As they entered the Great Hall,
And looked all around.
Snow fell from the enchanted ceiling,
As light from a bright, full moon shone down.
Suddenly, from the front hall
there came a loud clang,
There was a knocking on the doors
And they flew open with a bang.
The Headmaster and his deputy
Thought they were hidden from view,
As Father Christmas strode in
He said, with a jolly laugh, “I see you two.”
He was dressed in long, green dress robes
That reached to the floor.
They were trimmed all in fur,
He looked prepared for a Yule Ball galore.
He spoke no more words,
But picked up his pack
And headed for the Great Hall,
He did not look back.
The two followed him quickly,
Arriving just in time to see,
Presents for all the staff and house elves
Being placed under the trees.
He went to the fireplace
And the Floo powder he took.
He used it to visit each House
And each and every castle nook.
When he was finished
He returned to the front hall.
Gathering up their Gryffindor courage
The two gave a loud call.
They had their wands lit,
As they called out his name,
“Please, Father Christmas,
Can you wait just for a bit.”
“We won’t keep you long,
For you’ve a long ways to go.
But, how do you do it?
We really would like to know.”
“Ah, Headmaster (and deputy, too)
My secrets are mine
But, I’ll give you a clue…
I keep turning back time.”
“Happy Christmas, to you Headmaster,
And to your deputy, too.
I wish the both of you, and all of your crew
The very best, in the year that is coming and new.”
“I have many places to go, so I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
He said with a smile, throwing open the door.
He disappeared in a flash,
As they raced across the floor.
They watched as he sprang nimbly
Into his horse drawn sleigh.
With a flick of the reins,
Father Christmas and his team were back on their way.
But they heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight.
“A Happy Hogwart’s Christmas to all,
And to all a good night!”
