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"T’was December the fifth, and nineteen days hence,
Before the great night of snow and suspense.
I was directing the Christmas décor,
Enhancing it greater from the Christmas before.
My siblings left me to finish the rest,
And so I proceeded with a smile of zest.
With my angel robe on and my wings spread out wide
I brightened all blandness wherever it lied.
Ever so graceful, I walked to the tree,
Ready to finish my ornament spree.
My siblings wrapped lights around every limb,
Leaving the trimming to my cheerful whim.
Afterwards, only the star would remain,
But to my despair and to my disdain.
The star had been fragmented while packed away,
Leading my train of adornment astray.
With the tree wreathed, it still seemed quite bare,
To stand with no star to light up the air.
What’s worse was the lights were unlit and bleak,
And they coiled the tree with the plug at the peak.
Too high for the outlet to light them up bright,
Another mistake for this upsetting night.
I wished very deeply to take the star’s place,
Then a wide open smile came back to my face.
I shrunk to six inches and let my wings sprout,
Ready to go to my North Star tryout.
I soared and flew seven feet off the ground,
And once I landed, looked back from my bound.
I grabbed the plugin and held on it tight,
With my element, I let there be light.
Electrical power was mine to command
And so I did well, with the plug in my hand.
And so, with my power, it never fails,
The static fluffed up my fur and my tails.
Spreading them wide as they suffered the jar,
I shaped with them a six-sided star.
As my siblings returned to recoup,
The tree earned a stare from the Zen family troupe.
Beholding my work with glee and with awe,
They looked to the star and each dropped their jaw.
Standing atop the tree’s highest point,
A star and a plugin, all in one joint.
And angelic fox with golden silk fur,
And they knew it was me, certain and sure.
All of the Zens looked to me with pride,
I shined bright as the Northernmost guide.
So proudly protesting for Peace on Earth,
Promoting true Christmas and all of its mirth.
But I did not care for the pride that they felt,
I only value the joy I have dealt.
It’s all that wish for, to give them such glee,
And to all, for that is delight to me.
I will have to get down from here, sometime,
But let me share with you with one last rhyme.
Without any gifts, or a tree to be lit,
Like life, Christmas is what make of it.”
~Zenora Infinitium
Here we have some Chistmas gift art for my dear friend,
zenion-infinitium A lovely pic of his elegant and sweet electric-powered kitsune, Zenora Infinitium, helping to keep the Christmas season beautiful and bright. Merry Christmas to you, buddy.
Before the great night of snow and suspense.
I was directing the Christmas décor,
Enhancing it greater from the Christmas before.
My siblings left me to finish the rest,
And so I proceeded with a smile of zest.
With my angel robe on and my wings spread out wide
I brightened all blandness wherever it lied.
Ever so graceful, I walked to the tree,
Ready to finish my ornament spree.
My siblings wrapped lights around every limb,
Leaving the trimming to my cheerful whim.
Afterwards, only the star would remain,
But to my despair and to my disdain.
The star had been fragmented while packed away,
Leading my train of adornment astray.
With the tree wreathed, it still seemed quite bare,
To stand with no star to light up the air.
What’s worse was the lights were unlit and bleak,
And they coiled the tree with the plug at the peak.
Too high for the outlet to light them up bright,
Another mistake for this upsetting night.
I wished very deeply to take the star’s place,
Then a wide open smile came back to my face.
I shrunk to six inches and let my wings sprout,
Ready to go to my North Star tryout.
I soared and flew seven feet off the ground,
And once I landed, looked back from my bound.
I grabbed the plugin and held on it tight,
With my element, I let there be light.
Electrical power was mine to command
And so I did well, with the plug in my hand.
And so, with my power, it never fails,
The static fluffed up my fur and my tails.
Spreading them wide as they suffered the jar,
I shaped with them a six-sided star.
As my siblings returned to recoup,
The tree earned a stare from the Zen family troupe.
Beholding my work with glee and with awe,
They looked to the star and each dropped their jaw.
Standing atop the tree’s highest point,
A star and a plugin, all in one joint.
And angelic fox with golden silk fur,
And they knew it was me, certain and sure.
All of the Zens looked to me with pride,
I shined bright as the Northernmost guide.
So proudly protesting for Peace on Earth,
Promoting true Christmas and all of its mirth.
But I did not care for the pride that they felt,
I only value the joy I have dealt.
It’s all that wish for, to give them such glee,
And to all, for that is delight to me.
I will have to get down from here, sometime,
But let me share with you with one last rhyme.
Without any gifts, or a tree to be lit,
Like life, Christmas is what make of it.”
~Zenora Infinitium
Here we have some Chistmas gift art for my dear friend,
zenion-infinitium A lovely pic of his elegant and sweet electric-powered kitsune, Zenora Infinitium, helping to keep the Christmas season beautiful and bright. Merry Christmas to you, buddy.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 194.3 kB
Listed in Folders
I went out and bought my tree, and so it inspired me to draw something to celebrate it. But it never feels like Christmas to me until I hand out a gift. I'm glad my gift pleases you. Don't hesitate to post it in your gallery if you want to. I'd love to be an honorary Zen phox, though I can't fit in an orb. Merry Christmas, Zen, be blessed.
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