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Because of St.North,
I love Christmas even more.
With candy canes, presents and magic galore.
Because of the Tooth Fairy,
I love brushing my teeth,
I rinse, I repeat and floss underneath.
Because of Bunnymund,
Easter is great,
Colourful eggs and on a wonderful date.
Because of the Sandman,
My dreams are so dear,
I fly so high with the moon so near.
Because of Jack Frost,
Winter is a breeze,
Snow on the ground and no leaves on the trees.
Because of Pitch,
The Nightmare King,
I'm absolutely scared of nearly everything.
Because of the Guardians,
From New Years to Christmas Eve,
Even though I get older,
I still believe.
I love Christmas even more.
With candy canes, presents and magic galore.
Because of the Tooth Fairy,
I love brushing my teeth,
I rinse, I repeat and floss underneath.
Because of Bunnymund,
Easter is great,
Colourful eggs and on a wonderful date.
Because of the Sandman,
My dreams are so dear,
I fly so high with the moon so near.
Because of Jack Frost,
Winter is a breeze,
Snow on the ground and no leaves on the trees.
Because of Pitch,
The Nightmare King,
I'm absolutely scared of nearly everything.
Because of the Guardians,
From New Years to Christmas Eve,
Even though I get older,
I still believe.
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ROTG - When Children Die
Toothiana was sobbing.
It was horrible to hear, impossible to fathom. With every shaking breath, a cry of immeasurable loss issued from her lips. Her entire body was quaking, and her listless wings shimmered like teardrops in the shifting candlelight. In either hand she held two small, bejeweled cylinders. Each cylinder had an exclusive image of a child’s smiling face painted on one end, and was flattened on one side to form a sort of decorative door. On the ground before her, in three rows of five and one row of three, lay eighteen other cylinders. The small, circular cases shone in the flickering light, and as Tooth glanced up briefl
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Childhood's Guardians
Childhood's Guardians
It is night and a child tosses and turns in his sleep. He lets out a whimper that alerts his mother to the nightmare he is having. When the mom gets to her sons bed he is awake and crying.
"Hush now, don't cry," says the mother as she hugs her son. He only continues to cry and wimpier while hugging his mom.
"Hush it's okay, you can't give up yet. You don't want the Boogie Man to win now do you?"
"H-Huh?" whimpers the boy as he looks up at his mom confused.
"Why? You don't know?" gasps the mom who only pretends to be surprised.
"Huh? N-nuh uh" says the boy forgetting about his earlier fear.
"Why the Boogie Man giv
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Letter to the Guardians
Letter to the Guardians
A man with a long white beard sat in his work shop looking at a letter. He gets many letters but many do not make it to him because the post office doesn't deliver to him. The ones he does get are the ones left next to the cookies left out for him. Normally it's a child saying thank you for the presents, hope you like the cookies, good luck on your trip, things like that. There are even parents who are writing for their children. But this letter, this letter was different. It was for all the Guardians and it was not from a child it was a parent thanking them. Of course the man had told the other Guardians; he even ca
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This poem came into my head during school and I had to write it on a copy page in a split second before it was gone!
Inspired by Dreamworks Animations "Rise of the Guardians"
Enjoy the poem!
Inspired by Dreamworks Animations "Rise of the Guardians"
Enjoy the poem!
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that was amazing!!!!!!