’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the nests,
Every fluffy made wishes, and hoped for the best.
Their hearts full of dreaming, their heads full of cheer
For Santa sees “everything” fluffies want, every year.
But wishes are tricky, as old stories say,
For magic may twist them in curious ways.
Be careful, dear fluffies, what dreams you hold tight
For not every Christmas ends merry and bright..
Lavender’s wish
Sweet Lavender whispered with hope full and true,
“My babbeh stay babbeh… dat’s all Wave wan.”
She rocked gentle dreams through the long winter night,
And trusted Christmas magic would set things right.
But Santa delivered a present so still
Her wittwe babbeh, set firm by his will.
Encased safe in resin, it never would cry
A baby that stayed, as the wish passed nearby.
Leaf and his sketties
Another fluff begged, “Sketties! And toys too!”
His wish spilled out fast, as excited words do.
For fluffies speak quicker than thoughts can keep pace,
And wishes run tangled when rushed into space.
So Santa brought down — with a bright plastic gleam
A sketti play-set from a doll-maker’s dream.
It shimmered in coils of fake saucey delight,
All hollow and molded and wrong to the bite.
He tried hard to num it, he gnawed till he cried…
But plastic won’t twirl, no matter how tried.
And Leaf learned Christmas hears clearly and true
Not what you “meant”, but the words that you threw.
Hello, I wanted to do something for the holidays, so here’s a small story, told over the next few nights. 
I also try to experiment a bit with coloring and rendering.
