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Advent 24 - Final

The tree child is no more. Holly falls weeping on the floor. “Why!” she sobbed in dismay. “His life endured not even a day!” Granny Witch comforted her and wiped off her tears and said: “But for him, it was one hundred years.”

Advent 23

The old man wrapped in very warm, Is starting to become absent yet not hollow, Finally falls in a deep, deep, sleep. Claire being curious takes a peep, She realizes something that is hard to swallow. What will follow, is an emotional storm.

Advent 22

This was truly a feast what they all preferred. Now is the time for Granny Witch to tell. In anticipation, they listened to every word. Her stories were enchanting like a spell, Some of them amazing, some of them absurd. It was a night to remember very well.

Advent 21

All four sat down at the table, celebrating their ceremony. They eagerly eat with or without knife and fork. From sweet biscuits, and fine sliced grilled pork, To beer from a barrel, crackers with cheese and pepperoni.

Advent 20

Not much later, he takes interest in Claire. While being very polite and more aware. He complimented her for her blue hair. “He's growing much too fast!” And Granny Witch says at last: “That will stop at midwinter's past”

Advent 19

While working at the kitchen sink, The boy is fourteen years or older, To Holly's annoyance of his wink, He tries to land his hand on her shoulder. And she replied, without being a scolder: “Don't you even dare to think!”

Advent 18

And so from now on, the tree child grew and grew, Granny Witch accompanied him and left her stew. Claire and Holly are decorating the pine, In the meantime, Granny had some wine.

Advent 17

Granny Witch came along with a huge piece of fabric, “That blanket is too big!” Holly said with some panic. “I'd like to think ahead, my dear.” she replied. Claire shakes her head in disbelief and cried: “A moment ago he was a baby, how is this justified?” “Well, it must be some kind of midwinter magic!”

Advent 16

Claire blinked and picked up the baby, Is this real, is this fiction? “Grandma knows what to do, maybe!” And Holly runs to the kitchen

Advent 15

A living baby grows from the bubbles, And my, how it was alive! Screeching like a beehive The witches are put up with new troubles.

Advent 14

It is Claire that shouts: “What is that red mess!” And not much later, Holly finds out her distress. Indeed, it is a red puddle leaking from the plant, On the floor it was bubbling like a spiritual chant.

Advent 13

With boxes full of ornaments to decorate the tree, And the room filled with atmospheric glee, Holly's body and mind, felt carefree However, this was not for long a guarantee.

Advent 12

“Great job, girls!” Granny Witch exclaimed. And Claire spoke ill: “That's alright, it's just some weed.” “How dare you, Claire! Aren't you ashamed?” But Holly felt however proud, about her midwinter deed.

Advent 11

The winter sun is about to vanish under the snow, arriving at their home, they see a window glow. Tired and satisfied with their new possession, 'What did they smell?' was their new question. Why it's Granny Witch, preparing a big feast! Now their stomachs growl like a starving beast!

Advent 10

With a long and impactful swing, Claire cuts him off, so brute. “Cutting might be a terrible thing.” Holly pondered about his root.

Advent 9

However upon a closer look, His size was like a huge book. Claire thinks this tree is a bore, She could easily wipe him off the floor. “I brought my biggest axe for this!” And she lifts up her axe with a hiss.

Advent 8

Finally, there stands the one tree on a hill, Their quest draws closer to fullfill, Claire felt best to shut her jaw, Both witches stood there in awe.