Creepsmas at Gramsfoot

[Aedon]

As in past years, as the season approaches I feel compelled to post this. The song is a part of an old post called A Very Pouncy Creepsmas. To those I ran with and fought against in the past, may the season find you Happy and Healthy.
Pouncival

(To the John Denver song Christmas for Cowboys.)

It's wandering the Moors,
That I spend Creepsmas Day
Helping out Hobbits,
Who had gone astray
We'll find no gifts
Under our Creepsmas tree
It's Creepsmas at Gramsfoot
Come stop by and see


No campfires for warmth
No bright Creepsmas cheer
No gifts left there for us
No Santa Appears
Our breads full of maggots
Our fur's full of thorns
Oh come all ye Freefolk
So richly adorned


While Over in GV
There's laughter and song
The mood there is merry
This all seems so wrong
Why are they gifted
While we sit and wait
For Merry old Santa
To come to our gate.


But out of the east
A bright star appears
We no longer shiver
Our Howls ring out clear
And if just for the evening
We reflect on a birth
And wish peace and Joy
To All Middle Earth


It's wandering the Moors,
That we spend Creepsmas Day
Helping out Hobbits,
Who had gone astray
We'll find no gifts
Under our Creepsmas tree
It's Creepsmas at Gramsfoot
Come stop by and see

[tiffsnuke]

As in past years, as the season approaches I feel compelled to post this. The song is a part of an old post called A Very Pouncy Creepsmas. To those I ran with and fought against in the past, may the season find you Happy and Healthy.
Pouncival

(To the John Denver song Christmas for Cowboys.)

It's wandering the Moors,
That I spend Creepsmas Day
Helping out Hobbits,
Who had gone astray
We'll find no gifts
Under our Creepsmas tree
It's Creepsmas at Gramsfoot
Come stop by and see


No campfires for warmth
No bright Creepsmas cheer
No gifts left there for us
No Santa Appears
Our breads full of maggots
Our fur's full of thorns
Oh come all ye Freefolk
So richly adorned


While Over in GV
There's laughter and song
The mood there is merry
This all seems so wrong
Why are they gifted
While we sit and wait
For Merry old Santa
To come to our gate.


But out of the east
A bright star appears
We no longer shiver
Our Howls ring out clear
And if just for the evening
We reflect on a birth
And wish peace and Joy
To All Middle Earth


It's wandering the Moors,
That we spend Creepsmas Day
Helping out Hobbits,
Who had gone astray
We'll find no gifts
Under our Creepsmas tree
It's Creepsmas at Gramsfoot
Come stop by and see

Happy Holidays you old fur ball!