The “Knight” before Christmas:
T’was the “KNIGHT” before Christmas, and all over the Shire,
The Lords and their Ladies were about to retire.
The Squires were busy, polishing their swords,
While the Knight in-charge spoke encouraging words.
When all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter,
The Men at Arms hurried, to see what was the matter.
Some carried Pikes in an offensive pose,
While others were armed, with wicked crossbows.
Up to the ramparts, the guards they did crowd,
Running as fast as their armor allowed.
They suddenly stopped and looked at the sight,
Not knowing whether to retreat or engage in a fight.
For there at the tower, was a knight dressed in red,
With a carriage and eight horses, it was something to dread.
But the knight’s sword was sheathed, showing there was nothing to fear,
He pulled out a sack that at first looked quite queer.
It was a bundle of swords that he flung on his back,
And looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His swords how they twinkled! His red surcoat, how merry,
His helmet was like silver, his smile so daring.
The blade of a knife he held tight in his teeth,
And the shine it encircled his head like a wreathe.
He had a broad face and a little round shield,
That shook when he laughed, like a troll starting to yield.
He ignored all the guards and climbed down the wall,
And ran into the massive castle’s Great Hall.
The Lord was startled as he sat in his chair,
But the red knight ignored him, without even a stare.
He spoke not a word, but opened his sack,
And pulled out the swords, which he put on the rack.
Then waving goodbye, he ran back outside,
And back to his horses, with a bearing of pride.
He jumped in the carriage, and gave out a shout,
He was leaving the castle now, there wasn’t a doubt.
And up to the castle top, the coursers they flew,
The carriage and horses and the red knight too.
But he yelled back at all, as they rode out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good “KNIGHT”
Have a great holiday all.
Sir Johann von Felsenbau
