Twas the night before Christmas in Xentherida. Children across the nation would wish upon the dark skies for Santa Claus to deliver presents, all placed carefully beneath the Christmas tree. Stockings were hung by beds and chimneys, anticipating their filling. Each tree - firs, harvested from the cold, central Xentheridan forests - sat within each fireplace-warmed living room, lovingly bedecked with tinsel, and baubles, and lights, that glowed in all sorts of colours in the night.
As the populace of the country settled into their beds, in every city across the nation, they each dreamed of the presents that would await them tomorrow. Huge square boxes, wrapped in packaging paper of all bright colours, containing each and every person’s deepest desires.
The gigantic clock bell in Blackwater City neared midnight, but what was that - on the horizon? Zooming from the ocean? Was that - Santa Claus?
But it was! With the nine dragons pulling the gigantic sleigh, and the man himself sat inside. Withdrawing presents from the enormous burlap sack beside him, and throwing them down chimneys, and into the living rooms across the city - and nation.
Sometimes, the dragons would slowly descend, and come to a stop atop the roof of a house. Santa himself would dive down the chimney, and into the houses below, bringing the sack with him. There, he would take presents from his sack and put them underneath the green needles of the firs of the Christmas tree, before taking his fill of cookies and milk, and taking the meat from the plate, to feed the dragons with.
And within seconds, he would be off again, on his journey through the whole nation of Xentherida, visiting the tallest of skyscrapers in the sprawling cities, and even the most remote of farmhouses in the deep country.
And throughout his journey, as the tethered dragon’s wings would flap, and spit fire - with the lead dragon’s flames a deep, vivid red, which illuminated the land around him - Santa Claus, in his red suit, would shout into the lands below. “Merry Christmas, and to all, a good night!”
OOC: RP Santa visiting your nation. It'll be fun! Also, any posts that shoot down Santa will be ignored. Just take this as a little fun event that you can all do, in Christmas Spirit.
As the populace of the country settled into their beds, in every city across the nation, they each dreamed of the presents that would await them tomorrow. Huge square boxes, wrapped in packaging paper of all bright colours, containing each and every person’s deepest desires.
The gigantic clock bell in Blackwater City neared midnight, but what was that - on the horizon? Zooming from the ocean? Was that - Santa Claus?
But it was! With the nine dragons pulling the gigantic sleigh, and the man himself sat inside. Withdrawing presents from the enormous burlap sack beside him, and throwing them down chimneys, and into the living rooms across the city - and nation.
Sometimes, the dragons would slowly descend, and come to a stop atop the roof of a house. Santa himself would dive down the chimney, and into the houses below, bringing the sack with him. There, he would take presents from his sack and put them underneath the green needles of the firs of the Christmas tree, before taking his fill of cookies and milk, and taking the meat from the plate, to feed the dragons with.
And within seconds, he would be off again, on his journey through the whole nation of Xentherida, visiting the tallest of skyscrapers in the sprawling cities, and even the most remote of farmhouses in the deep country.
And throughout his journey, as the tethered dragon’s wings would flap, and spit fire - with the lead dragon’s flames a deep, vivid red, which illuminated the land around him - Santa Claus, in his red suit, would shout into the lands below. “Merry Christmas, and to all, a good night!”
OOC: RP Santa visiting your nation. It'll be fun! Also, any posts that shoot down Santa will be ignored. Just take this as a little fun event that you can all do, in Christmas Spirit.
