Second Day of Christmas
By KittyCaro
Disclaimer: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Rating: R for adult themes, sexual situations and strong language.
Author's Notes: "Christmas Beau" by Mary Balogh (Signet 1991), "Highland Christmas" by Ruth Langan (Harlequin 1999) and "Night Play" by Sherrilyn Kenyon (St. Martin’s Paperback 2004) inspired this fic. The information about Christmas in Denmark, Boxing Day, John Keats and the quotes belong to:
Christmas in Denmark by Bill Egan Christmas Historian - (site is no longer online)
Boxing Day - (site is no longer online)
Elaine’s Boxing Day Page - (site is no longer online)
Yahoo Greetings – Australia e-cards
The Academy of American Poets
Quote Garden
I want to thank my dear friend Camillie (a huge fan of the Hunkster) for giving me the idea about writing a Boxing Day fic and for beta reading. C&C are welcomed.
Originally Published 12/17/2004 - Revised 12/10/2014
Rating: R for adult themes, sexual situations and strong language.
Author's Notes: "Christmas Beau" by Mary Balogh (Signet 1991), "Highland Christmas" by Ruth Langan (Harlequin 1999) and "Night Play" by Sherrilyn Kenyon (St. Martin’s Paperback 2004) inspired this fic. The information about Christmas in Denmark, Boxing Day, John Keats and the quotes belong to:
Christmas in Denmark by Bill Egan Christmas Historian - (site is no longer online)
Boxing Day - (site is no longer online)
Elaine’s Boxing Day Page - (site is no longer online)
Yahoo Greetings – Australia e-cards
The Academy of American Poets
Quote Garden
I want to thank my dear friend Camillie (a huge fan of the Hunkster) for giving me the idea about writing a Boxing Day fic and for beta reading. C&C are welcomed.
Originally Published 12/17/2004 - Revised 12/10/2014
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Saturday, December 25th
"On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A Black Lion in a Christmas tree..."
(We find Keith in his private quarters working on his laptop computer. He has lived in Arus for the past two years, and after spending a wonderful Christmas Day with the Princess, Queen Orla, Coran, Nanny and his teammates, he decided to retire and write about the meaning of the season.)
Christmas is without a doubt the most important event on the Arusian calendar. It’s like the American Christmas and Thanksgiving rolled into one. The streets and shops are elaborately decorated and on the Fridays leading up to Christmas, factories close early while their employees participate in holiday lunches lasting well into the night.
There are few places in the Diamond Galaxy where Christmas is celebrated with such joy and with such a burst of light. Like their Terran ancestors, the Arusians light thousands upon thousands of candles to dispel the gloom of the never-ending twilight of winter. On the first week of Advent, the Princess lights a huge Norwegian spruce in the Castle of Lions, a gift from Queen Orla and our neighbors in Altea.
Friends and neighbors sharing holiday cheer is an essential part of the Christmas season in Arus, and nothing is more important than having freshly baked Christmas treats for guests. Nanny says that a host or hostess would never think of sending a visitor away during the season without a taste of the family's good cheer. In Arus, there’s a very old belief that a visitor who leaves the house without being fed may carry away the Christmas spirit. Thus, every Arusian kitchen buzzes with activity and is filled with the smells of sweets and spices in the weeks before Christmas, and the kitchen of the Castle of Lions was no exception.
The most important day in the Arusian holiday season is Christmas Eve. However, the day before Christmas Eve is the busiest. That day preparations begin for Christmas Eve dinner, the tree is decorated, the castle tidied up, and the gifts wrapped. They take pride in how the presents are wrapped. They usually have a high pile of presents beneath the tree because most Arusians exchange presents with all members of their family as well as close friends.
I gave Allura "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems" by John Keats, a book that deals with mythical and legendary themes of ancient, medieval, and Renaissance times. And she gave me a beautiful red scarf (she knitted it herself) and a small plush lion with a black unruly mane.
Hell, the guys couldn’t stop laughing, because the little beast looks like me and roars when you press its stomach.
Let’s see if they laugh too when I call them up for lion practice tomorrow at 5am.
Christmas Eve is usually for the immediate family, grandparents, or even an elderly aunt or uncle who would otherwise be alone on that evening. December 25th and December 26th are both holidays in Arus and are called Christmas Day and Second Christmas Day. They’re usually spent in an extended celebration with family and friends. Often the 25th is spent with one parent's family and the 26th is spent with the other.
We’re far away from home, but the Princess and everyone in the castle treats us like family, and we’re really grateful for that.
The first course of Christmas Eve dinner is the traditional rice pudding with an almond in it. The one who finds the almond usually keeps the others in suspense until all the porridge is eaten. Then he announces the prize and claims the reward - usually a fruit or marzipan.
This year Lance found the almond and wanted instead a kiss from the Princess, but Nanny said absolutely not!
Blessed is the woman who stops the Kiss Stealer.
It isn’t fair that Lance always gets to be kissed. The commander should be the one getting kissed not his first officer.
But no, I have to stand there like a fool while he gets all cozy with the Princess!
I can still feel the sharpness of jealousy, like a sword piercing my skin. I wanted to believe that she meant nothing to me.
Yes, it hurts to think of Allura kissing someone else- it hurts badly!
That’s why I passed up on the chance to be part of the Love Bridge celebration even though it was make-believe. So I could keep an eye on things at the castle, I explained lamely.
(Heavy sigh)
I’m such an idiot.
But I digress…
The rest of the dinner consists of goose stuffed with apples and prunes and served with red cabbage, caramel-browned potatoes, and mountain cranberry sauce - berries collected by the Princess and the maids. As dessert there’s an astonishing variety of Danish pastries and baked goods that delights everyone, especially Hunk and Pidge.
Boy, was I lucky to get one half-bitten Bear Claw after those two raided the dessert table!
Afterwards, the Princess leaves out a bowl of the rice pudding for the Julnisse – a mischievous elf who plays jokes on one and all. If he likes the pudding, he will watch over the home throughout the year. The Julnisse is closely associated with the household cat, and there are those who attribute the disappearance of the Christmas Eve rice pudding to the cat itself rather than to the elf.
This morning we found the empty bowl, and Nanny was immensely happy for the yearlong protection. The guys and I believe the space mice ate the rice pudding, but we’re keeping our mouths shut. That woman would probably accuse us of not having the proper Christmas spirit and exclude us from Christmas dinner, and the Princess would feel bad about it. She’s always worrying about us.
Poor thing, she has worked so hard these past few days. She’s probably asleep by now.
"On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A Black Lion in a Christmas tree..."
(We find Keith in his private quarters working on his laptop computer. He has lived in Arus for the past two years, and after spending a wonderful Christmas Day with the Princess, Queen Orla, Coran, Nanny and his teammates, he decided to retire and write about the meaning of the season.)
Christmas is without a doubt the most important event on the Arusian calendar. It’s like the American Christmas and Thanksgiving rolled into one. The streets and shops are elaborately decorated and on the Fridays leading up to Christmas, factories close early while their employees participate in holiday lunches lasting well into the night.
There are few places in the Diamond Galaxy where Christmas is celebrated with such joy and with such a burst of light. Like their Terran ancestors, the Arusians light thousands upon thousands of candles to dispel the gloom of the never-ending twilight of winter. On the first week of Advent, the Princess lights a huge Norwegian spruce in the Castle of Lions, a gift from Queen Orla and our neighbors in Altea.
Friends and neighbors sharing holiday cheer is an essential part of the Christmas season in Arus, and nothing is more important than having freshly baked Christmas treats for guests. Nanny says that a host or hostess would never think of sending a visitor away during the season without a taste of the family's good cheer. In Arus, there’s a very old belief that a visitor who leaves the house without being fed may carry away the Christmas spirit. Thus, every Arusian kitchen buzzes with activity and is filled with the smells of sweets and spices in the weeks before Christmas, and the kitchen of the Castle of Lions was no exception.
The most important day in the Arusian holiday season is Christmas Eve. However, the day before Christmas Eve is the busiest. That day preparations begin for Christmas Eve dinner, the tree is decorated, the castle tidied up, and the gifts wrapped. They take pride in how the presents are wrapped. They usually have a high pile of presents beneath the tree because most Arusians exchange presents with all members of their family as well as close friends.
I gave Allura "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems" by John Keats, a book that deals with mythical and legendary themes of ancient, medieval, and Renaissance times. And she gave me a beautiful red scarf (she knitted it herself) and a small plush lion with a black unruly mane.
Hell, the guys couldn’t stop laughing, because the little beast looks like me and roars when you press its stomach.
Let’s see if they laugh too when I call them up for lion practice tomorrow at 5am.
Christmas Eve is usually for the immediate family, grandparents, or even an elderly aunt or uncle who would otherwise be alone on that evening. December 25th and December 26th are both holidays in Arus and are called Christmas Day and Second Christmas Day. They’re usually spent in an extended celebration with family and friends. Often the 25th is spent with one parent's family and the 26th is spent with the other.
We’re far away from home, but the Princess and everyone in the castle treats us like family, and we’re really grateful for that.
The first course of Christmas Eve dinner is the traditional rice pudding with an almond in it. The one who finds the almond usually keeps the others in suspense until all the porridge is eaten. Then he announces the prize and claims the reward - usually a fruit or marzipan.
This year Lance found the almond and wanted instead a kiss from the Princess, but Nanny said absolutely not!
Blessed is the woman who stops the Kiss Stealer.
It isn’t fair that Lance always gets to be kissed. The commander should be the one getting kissed not his first officer.
But no, I have to stand there like a fool while he gets all cozy with the Princess!
I can still feel the sharpness of jealousy, like a sword piercing my skin. I wanted to believe that she meant nothing to me.
Yes, it hurts to think of Allura kissing someone else- it hurts badly!
That’s why I passed up on the chance to be part of the Love Bridge celebration even though it was make-believe. So I could keep an eye on things at the castle, I explained lamely.
(Heavy sigh)
I’m such an idiot.
But I digress…
The rest of the dinner consists of goose stuffed with apples and prunes and served with red cabbage, caramel-browned potatoes, and mountain cranberry sauce - berries collected by the Princess and the maids. As dessert there’s an astonishing variety of Danish pastries and baked goods that delights everyone, especially Hunk and Pidge.
Boy, was I lucky to get one half-bitten Bear Claw after those two raided the dessert table!
Afterwards, the Princess leaves out a bowl of the rice pudding for the Julnisse – a mischievous elf who plays jokes on one and all. If he likes the pudding, he will watch over the home throughout the year. The Julnisse is closely associated with the household cat, and there are those who attribute the disappearance of the Christmas Eve rice pudding to the cat itself rather than to the elf.
This morning we found the empty bowl, and Nanny was immensely happy for the yearlong protection. The guys and I believe the space mice ate the rice pudding, but we’re keeping our mouths shut. That woman would probably accuse us of not having the proper Christmas spirit and exclude us from Christmas dinner, and the Princess would feel bad about it. She’s always worrying about us.
Poor thing, she has worked so hard these past few days. She’s probably asleep by now.
Saturday, December 25th
"Where there is great love, there are always wishes." ~Willa Cather
After Keith left the rec room, I made my excuses and went to my chambers. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically from the day, and sought refuge to sleep.
But there was none!
Hours later, I flung off the covers and moved to the window. I watched as the twin moons washed the snow-covered hills with their silvery glow.
I care about Keith. I cannot help it.
I admire him. I respect him. His pride. His honor. His skill as a fighter and leader of the Voltron Force.
There is no man more loyal to Arus than Keith. No man more dependable, or trustworthy.
What was it he had said? “You’re part of the team, Princess. It’s not the same as before.”
He was right. When did it begin? Perhaps it was the night he arrived at the old Castle of Lions with his friends. . .
The moment when he knelt before me and kissed my hand. . .
Oh my, I care about him, far more than I should.
I am afraid. Not of him, not of his power and strength. I’m afraid of the way he makes me feel. Because he makes me feel things I had never thought to feel for a man.
I cannot forget what he said this morning. His voice still echoes in my head.
“Princess, you make me feel like…I mean…you make us feel like we’re part of your family…thank you, thank very much.”
Why did he stop? Why did he have to include the boys? He’s always hiding behind them!
When he said that he preferred staying in the castle instead of being the male lead in the legend of the Love Bridge, I cringed inside. Each word was a bruising blow.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Hunk! He did an excellent job as my love interest, and he did not mind using that short toga.
But I wanted to reenact that legendary kiss with Keith.
He only sees the Princess, not the woman behind the title.
Nevertheless, when he has rescued me from Lotor, he has behaved more like a jealous boyfriend than a worried teammate. If he cared nothing about me, it should not have bothered him so much, should it?
Why then, does he refuse me? Does he deny me?
I do not know what to do. Should I leave things the way they are? Or talk to him? And what then? What if I should regret it?
Yet one thing stands out above all others. This wall between us is proving intolerable, no matter how much I wish otherwise. We cannot go on like this, either of us.
I feel Keith is like a brittle twig waiting to snap with the slightest pressure. And I cannot live with the tension that increases with every passing day. I must settle this thing once and for all.
Minutes later, I approached Keith’s door and buzzed in, my heart beating so fast that I feared it would give me away.
There was no answer. Yet I knew he was inside. I buzzed again, this time more firmly.
The door opened. He was clad in his light blue pajamas and black slippers. My mouth went dry. There was no smile in his eyes, only a chill that nearly sent me running back to my chambers.
But no, I have come this far. There is no turning back!
"Where there is great love, there are always wishes." ~Willa Cather
After Keith left the rec room, I made my excuses and went to my chambers. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically from the day, and sought refuge to sleep.
But there was none!
Hours later, I flung off the covers and moved to the window. I watched as the twin moons washed the snow-covered hills with their silvery glow.
I care about Keith. I cannot help it.
I admire him. I respect him. His pride. His honor. His skill as a fighter and leader of the Voltron Force.
There is no man more loyal to Arus than Keith. No man more dependable, or trustworthy.
What was it he had said? “You’re part of the team, Princess. It’s not the same as before.”
He was right. When did it begin? Perhaps it was the night he arrived at the old Castle of Lions with his friends. . .
The moment when he knelt before me and kissed my hand. . .
Oh my, I care about him, far more than I should.
I am afraid. Not of him, not of his power and strength. I’m afraid of the way he makes me feel. Because he makes me feel things I had never thought to feel for a man.
I cannot forget what he said this morning. His voice still echoes in my head.
“Princess, you make me feel like…I mean…you make us feel like we’re part of your family…thank you, thank very much.”
Why did he stop? Why did he have to include the boys? He’s always hiding behind them!
When he said that he preferred staying in the castle instead of being the male lead in the legend of the Love Bridge, I cringed inside. Each word was a bruising blow.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Hunk! He did an excellent job as my love interest, and he did not mind using that short toga.
But I wanted to reenact that legendary kiss with Keith.
He only sees the Princess, not the woman behind the title.
Nevertheless, when he has rescued me from Lotor, he has behaved more like a jealous boyfriend than a worried teammate. If he cared nothing about me, it should not have bothered him so much, should it?
Why then, does he refuse me? Does he deny me?
I do not know what to do. Should I leave things the way they are? Or talk to him? And what then? What if I should regret it?
Yet one thing stands out above all others. This wall between us is proving intolerable, no matter how much I wish otherwise. We cannot go on like this, either of us.
I feel Keith is like a brittle twig waiting to snap with the slightest pressure. And I cannot live with the tension that increases with every passing day. I must settle this thing once and for all.
Minutes later, I approached Keith’s door and buzzed in, my heart beating so fast that I feared it would give me away.
There was no answer. Yet I knew he was inside. I buzzed again, this time more firmly.
The door opened. He was clad in his light blue pajamas and black slippers. My mouth went dry. There was no smile in his eyes, only a chill that nearly sent me running back to my chambers.
But no, I have come this far. There is no turning back!
Saturday, December 25th
“Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.” ~Ruth Ann Schabacker
I saw Allura in a flowing pink robe, with a tray of Danish pastries and two glasses of milk.
“Princess, what are you doing here?”
“Hi, Keith. May I come in?”
“Yes,” I replied, holding the door wide. “I thought you were in bed.”
She smiled warmly. “I was, but I got the urge for sweets. How about you?”
My gaze ran over her. Her golden hair tumbled about her shoulders, loose and free. She wasn’t wearing her golden circlet. The robe reached nearly to the floor, completely covering her nightgown.
She looked absolutely lovely.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “I suddenly have the urge for sweets.”
“Oh.” Her mouth parted slightly, and the tip of her tongue peeked out, moistening her upper lip. “Fortunately for us, the kitchen was empty. I brought braids and bears claws. What would you like?”
“What would you like?” I replied.
She lowered her lashes, blushing, and when she raised her blue eyes again, she clutched the edges of her robe together.
I swallowed hard.
“A braid,” she whispered.
“And I’ll have one too, please.”
She handed me the pastry in a plate and a glass of warm milk.
“Thank you.” I smiled then, and forced myself to turn and walk away before I made a complete ass of myself. There was no doubt in my mind that I would. Those blue eyes did things to me no other woman had managed to do in more years that I cared to count.
“Please, take a seat,” pointing at my desk with the plate.
“You’ve got mail, oh, supreme commander!” My laptop said.
Allura raised an elegant eyebrow. “That’s an interesting announcement.”
I winced. “Another one of Pidge’s pranks, I still can’t find a way to change it.”
“Aren’t you going to check your mail?”
I juggled my plate in one hand, the napkin and the glass in the other. “No, I’ll do it later.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold that for you.”
“Oh, alright. Thanks.”
I walked over to the desk. “It’s an e-greeting from Cliff.”
“Really? Can I see it?”
“Sure.” I clicked on the card, and seconds later we saw a dingo sitting on a red couch watching television and drinking Fosters beer. There were empty cans all over the floor. The wild dog had a bowl of popcorn in its right paw.
“It’s Boxing Day, mate – relax and enjoy it!”
And we started laughing.
“He forgot that we don’t celebrate it here.”
“Maybe not officially,” she said, giving me back my plate and glass. “But there are some similarities between Second Day of Christmas and Boxing Day. Do you remember the conference about Terran celebrations that was held last year at Galaxy Garrison?”
“Hmmm, let’s see. Boxing Day originated in England in the middle of the nineteenth century. On December 26, boxes were placed at every church to collect money for the poor. It was also a time householders gave boxed Christmas presents to servants and to the providers of such services as postal delivery and trash collection - thanking them for their work.”
She nodded. “That’s right.”
“And today, Boxing Day is a holiday in Britain, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and other Commonwealth nations. It is a day of fun with friends and family. Government buildings and small businesses are closed, but the malls are filled with people either exchanging gifts, or buying reduced priced Christmas gifts, cards, and decorations.”
“What else?”
“And throughout the Christmas season, many organizations follow the original tradition of Boxing Day by donating their time, energy, and money to fill the food banks, provide gifts for poor children, or to help a family in need.”
She grinned at me. “We’ll spend our Second Day of Christmas eating and sharing friendship and love. We’ll distribute food and gifts to the children of the orphanage. The people in the castle will leave early to be with their families. We don’t have malls in Arus per se, but we do have many shops with delightful things.”
“You’re right. It’s the same celebration, but with a different name.“
She nodded, and then took a sip of milk.
“Keith, you have an excellent memory.”
“Thanks, Princess.”
“There’s something else that I need to know.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
She placed her glass on the desk, and walked over to me.
“First, untie the ribbons of my robe.”
I blinked. “Pardon?”
“I am yours, Keith. Yours to do with as you will.”
My eyes grew wide when she took my hand. “Uh, Princess, I think you should leave before we-“
A flush stained her cheeks, and she fumbled with the ribbons in her throat. The robe fluttered to the floor. It lay in a pink pool about her ankles.
She was naked, as naked as the day she was born.
Ho boy.
“Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.” ~Ruth Ann Schabacker
I saw Allura in a flowing pink robe, with a tray of Danish pastries and two glasses of milk.
“Princess, what are you doing here?”
“Hi, Keith. May I come in?”
“Yes,” I replied, holding the door wide. “I thought you were in bed.”
She smiled warmly. “I was, but I got the urge for sweets. How about you?”
My gaze ran over her. Her golden hair tumbled about her shoulders, loose and free. She wasn’t wearing her golden circlet. The robe reached nearly to the floor, completely covering her nightgown.
She looked absolutely lovely.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “I suddenly have the urge for sweets.”
“Oh.” Her mouth parted slightly, and the tip of her tongue peeked out, moistening her upper lip. “Fortunately for us, the kitchen was empty. I brought braids and bears claws. What would you like?”
“What would you like?” I replied.
She lowered her lashes, blushing, and when she raised her blue eyes again, she clutched the edges of her robe together.
I swallowed hard.
“A braid,” she whispered.
“And I’ll have one too, please.”
She handed me the pastry in a plate and a glass of warm milk.
“Thank you.” I smiled then, and forced myself to turn and walk away before I made a complete ass of myself. There was no doubt in my mind that I would. Those blue eyes did things to me no other woman had managed to do in more years that I cared to count.
“Please, take a seat,” pointing at my desk with the plate.
“You’ve got mail, oh, supreme commander!” My laptop said.
Allura raised an elegant eyebrow. “That’s an interesting announcement.”
I winced. “Another one of Pidge’s pranks, I still can’t find a way to change it.”
“Aren’t you going to check your mail?”
I juggled my plate in one hand, the napkin and the glass in the other. “No, I’ll do it later.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold that for you.”
“Oh, alright. Thanks.”
I walked over to the desk. “It’s an e-greeting from Cliff.”
“Really? Can I see it?”
“Sure.” I clicked on the card, and seconds later we saw a dingo sitting on a red couch watching television and drinking Fosters beer. There were empty cans all over the floor. The wild dog had a bowl of popcorn in its right paw.
“It’s Boxing Day, mate – relax and enjoy it!”
And we started laughing.
“He forgot that we don’t celebrate it here.”
“Maybe not officially,” she said, giving me back my plate and glass. “But there are some similarities between Second Day of Christmas and Boxing Day. Do you remember the conference about Terran celebrations that was held last year at Galaxy Garrison?”
“Hmmm, let’s see. Boxing Day originated in England in the middle of the nineteenth century. On December 26, boxes were placed at every church to collect money for the poor. It was also a time householders gave boxed Christmas presents to servants and to the providers of such services as postal delivery and trash collection - thanking them for their work.”
She nodded. “That’s right.”
“And today, Boxing Day is a holiday in Britain, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and other Commonwealth nations. It is a day of fun with friends and family. Government buildings and small businesses are closed, but the malls are filled with people either exchanging gifts, or buying reduced priced Christmas gifts, cards, and decorations.”
“What else?”
“And throughout the Christmas season, many organizations follow the original tradition of Boxing Day by donating their time, energy, and money to fill the food banks, provide gifts for poor children, or to help a family in need.”
She grinned at me. “We’ll spend our Second Day of Christmas eating and sharing friendship and love. We’ll distribute food and gifts to the children of the orphanage. The people in the castle will leave early to be with their families. We don’t have malls in Arus per se, but we do have many shops with delightful things.”
“You’re right. It’s the same celebration, but with a different name.“
She nodded, and then took a sip of milk.
“Keith, you have an excellent memory.”
“Thanks, Princess.”
“There’s something else that I need to know.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
She placed her glass on the desk, and walked over to me.
“First, untie the ribbons of my robe.”
I blinked. “Pardon?”
“I am yours, Keith. Yours to do with as you will.”
My eyes grew wide when she took my hand. “Uh, Princess, I think you should leave before we-“
A flush stained her cheeks, and she fumbled with the ribbons in her throat. The robe fluttered to the floor. It lay in a pink pool about her ankles.
She was naked, as naked as the day she was born.
Ho boy.
Saturday, December 25th
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.” ~Babatunde Olatunji
There was a ringing silence in Keith’s chamber. He said nothing. His chocolate brown eyes pored over me, a heated appraisal that had me trembling inside and out. Did I please him? If only I knew. His lips were drawn in a relentless line. He stood like a fortress of stone, his expression shielded behind a wall that stretched clear to the ceiling.
The tension was more that I could stand.
“Keith…”
He took a step forward, only to stop short. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Princess,” he said feelingly. “Why do you taunt me?”
I saw him through a misty blur. “I’m not taunting you.”
He frowned. “You pity me then?”
“Of course not!”
His lips twisted. “What then? I don’t know what you think of me!”
“I thought you wanted me,” I whispered, and then bent to retrieve my robe.
He stopped me, his fingers winding around my wrist and bringing me upright.
“I do want you, Allura,” he said tightly. “God only knows how much I want you!” His eyes pinned mine. “But what about you? What do you want?”
“I want…I want to be with you.”
And his eyes darkened.
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.” ~Babatunde Olatunji
There was a ringing silence in Keith’s chamber. He said nothing. His chocolate brown eyes pored over me, a heated appraisal that had me trembling inside and out. Did I please him? If only I knew. His lips were drawn in a relentless line. He stood like a fortress of stone, his expression shielded behind a wall that stretched clear to the ceiling.
The tension was more that I could stand.
“Keith…”
He took a step forward, only to stop short. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Princess,” he said feelingly. “Why do you taunt me?”
I saw him through a misty blur. “I’m not taunting you.”
He frowned. “You pity me then?”
“Of course not!”
His lips twisted. “What then? I don’t know what you think of me!”
“I thought you wanted me,” I whispered, and then bent to retrieve my robe.
He stopped me, his fingers winding around my wrist and bringing me upright.
“I do want you, Allura,” he said tightly. “God only knows how much I want you!” His eyes pinned mine. “But what about you? What do you want?”
“I want…I want to be with you.”
And his eyes darkened.
Having Allura in my room was a temptation beyond bearing. My dreams about making love with her had been no release at all. It only deepened the crazy longing that stirred my blood. The urge to drag her against me, and lose myself in her softness surged high in my body.
I had to know for certain this was what she wanted.
“And what if I don’t believe you?”
“Then it appears I have to show you,” she whispered.
And she eased herself upward, closed her eyes and kissed me tenderly. Her arms went around my neck and I sighed against her lips.
Allura was wonderful. Sweet and innocent, and everything I’ve been looking for all my life. My heart stuttered at the thought, and then raced at the rightness of her in my arms.
I had to know for certain this was what she wanted.
“And what if I don’t believe you?”
“Then it appears I have to show you,” she whispered.
And she eased herself upward, closed her eyes and kissed me tenderly. Her arms went around my neck and I sighed against her lips.
Allura was wonderful. Sweet and innocent, and everything I’ve been looking for all my life. My heart stuttered at the thought, and then raced at the rightness of her in my arms.
Keith shivered as I unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the ground. He still wore that hungry look as he stared at me.
I splayed my hands across his bare chest. Since the day I had first seen him in the cascade, his chest had held a forbidden fascination to me. There were several scars that curved around his right shoulder and biceps. His flesh was resilient and warm, almost hot. I could feel the erotic hardness of his body. His solid thighs caressed mine. I closed my eyes. It felt good!
He laced his fingers through my hair while gazing at me like I was some kind of dessert that he was dying to taste.
Suddenly, his hands were in my arms, pulling me into him. His mouth traced over my cheekbone and up the rim of my eye to my eyebrow, giving me small kisses. Then his hands were on my shoulders, massaging, caressing, squeezing.
He dipped his head down until his lips were dangerously close to mine, as if he were asking permission. Encouraged, I closed the distance and pressed my tongue to the center of his lower lip, and he inhaled sharply. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him, opening my mouth against his. A small whimper escaped my throat. His erection flared, and he gave an answering groan. His fingers slid down my arms, splayed over my waist, and his thumbs began climbing up my ribs with lazy strokes until they grazed my breasts.
His breath was quick and hot in my ear.
“I want to be inside you, Allura,” he groaned.
He lifted his head up and cocked it in a way that reminded me of the plush Black Lion I gave him for Christmas.
“Oh, yes.”
He smiled at me, and then quickly jerked his slippers off. I held my breath as he reached for the laces on his pants. I watched as he slid them down and I caught my first sight of him in all his glory.
He was beautiful. He had the body of a warrior, but the eyes of a passionate lover.
Before I could stop myself, I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him soundly. He crushed me against him, holding me in those arms that had saved me countless times.
His breathing ragged, he pulled back from me. “I love you, Allura, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I need you.”
I stared up at him and saw the sincerity of those big brown eyes. “And I love you, Keith. I have always loved you.”
And with a triumphant smile, he swept me up in his powerful arms and carried me to his bed.
I splayed my hands across his bare chest. Since the day I had first seen him in the cascade, his chest had held a forbidden fascination to me. There were several scars that curved around his right shoulder and biceps. His flesh was resilient and warm, almost hot. I could feel the erotic hardness of his body. His solid thighs caressed mine. I closed my eyes. It felt good!
He laced his fingers through my hair while gazing at me like I was some kind of dessert that he was dying to taste.
Suddenly, his hands were in my arms, pulling me into him. His mouth traced over my cheekbone and up the rim of my eye to my eyebrow, giving me small kisses. Then his hands were on my shoulders, massaging, caressing, squeezing.
He dipped his head down until his lips were dangerously close to mine, as if he were asking permission. Encouraged, I closed the distance and pressed my tongue to the center of his lower lip, and he inhaled sharply. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him, opening my mouth against his. A small whimper escaped my throat. His erection flared, and he gave an answering groan. His fingers slid down my arms, splayed over my waist, and his thumbs began climbing up my ribs with lazy strokes until they grazed my breasts.
His breath was quick and hot in my ear.
“I want to be inside you, Allura,” he groaned.
He lifted his head up and cocked it in a way that reminded me of the plush Black Lion I gave him for Christmas.
“Oh, yes.”
He smiled at me, and then quickly jerked his slippers off. I held my breath as he reached for the laces on his pants. I watched as he slid them down and I caught my first sight of him in all his glory.
He was beautiful. He had the body of a warrior, but the eyes of a passionate lover.
Before I could stop myself, I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him soundly. He crushed me against him, holding me in those arms that had saved me countless times.
His breathing ragged, he pulled back from me. “I love you, Allura, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I need you.”
I stared up at him and saw the sincerity of those big brown eyes. “And I love you, Keith. I have always loved you.”
And with a triumphant smile, he swept me up in his powerful arms and carried me to his bed.
Sunday, December 26th
"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful." ~Norman Vincent Peale
I held Allura tightly in my arms and smoothed the stray hairs from her face. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"
She ran her fingers through my hair. "I’m sure." Her voice was breathy and deep.
"Because I won’t stop until I’m deep inside of you."
"Thank God," she said urgently, pulling my head down for another drugging kiss.
We kissed until we were both breathless and shuddering with desire. We explored each other with our hands; taking turns raising goose bumps and drawing sighs and gasps. Our bodies moved apart and together in perfect harmony.
I tucked her under me, gazing at her body, saying what I would do to each delectable part- her long shapely legs, her pale stomach and round, full breasts. And with each brush of my mouth and my tongue, I felt her body grew tenser, her breathing became shallower. She was ready for me.
"You’re more beautiful than I’d dreamed."
She gasped as I shifted my hips and filled her unexpectedly. Biting her lip, she looked up at me as I drove deep inside of her. The look of pleasure on her face seared my heart.
She lifted my hand from her breast and kissed my scarred knuckles while I moved slow and easy.
"Keith," she whispered, the sound tinged with a hazy blur of desire. "Keith… my love."
I stared at her with hooded eyes, showing her just how much I savored her sweet kisses. I quickened my deep, penetrating strokes, and her pleasure built until she cried out her release.
I smiled, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "I love you, I love you so much."
Then I kissed her tenderly and moved even faster, wanting my own moment of perfection.
Closing my eyes, I found it. I pulled back from her lips to growl deep in my throat as my body exploded into bliss.
It was the journey of the lifetime.
"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful." ~Norman Vincent Peale
I held Allura tightly in my arms and smoothed the stray hairs from her face. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"
She ran her fingers through my hair. "I’m sure." Her voice was breathy and deep.
"Because I won’t stop until I’m deep inside of you."
"Thank God," she said urgently, pulling my head down for another drugging kiss.
We kissed until we were both breathless and shuddering with desire. We explored each other with our hands; taking turns raising goose bumps and drawing sighs and gasps. Our bodies moved apart and together in perfect harmony.
I tucked her under me, gazing at her body, saying what I would do to each delectable part- her long shapely legs, her pale stomach and round, full breasts. And with each brush of my mouth and my tongue, I felt her body grew tenser, her breathing became shallower. She was ready for me.
"You’re more beautiful than I’d dreamed."
She gasped as I shifted my hips and filled her unexpectedly. Biting her lip, she looked up at me as I drove deep inside of her. The look of pleasure on her face seared my heart.
She lifted my hand from her breast and kissed my scarred knuckles while I moved slow and easy.
"Keith," she whispered, the sound tinged with a hazy blur of desire. "Keith… my love."
I stared at her with hooded eyes, showing her just how much I savored her sweet kisses. I quickened my deep, penetrating strokes, and her pleasure built until she cried out her release.
I smiled, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "I love you, I love you so much."
Then I kissed her tenderly and moved even faster, wanting my own moment of perfection.
Closing my eyes, I found it. I pulled back from her lips to growl deep in my throat as my body exploded into bliss.
It was the journey of the lifetime.
Allura is here.
Here in my bed.
My shoulder pillowed her head. A small hand rested in the center of my chest. She was sleeping deeply, the lushness of her form draped against my side, her breath a warm mist against my skin.
Slowly, I remembered her startling appearance in my room. Naked beneath her robe… so brave… so tempting.
I remembered the tremulous way she had kissed me, the feel of her body in my arms.
No other woman but Allura would have possessed the courage to come to me as she had done.
Her nearness invaded my senses. Shifting slightly, I eased the coverlet to gaze at her more fully. Relaxed in sleep, she still possessed a sensual allure that was intoxicating. Her skin was like the palest cream, flawless and unmarred against my own.
She moved, and I froze, because now one slender leg lay intimately entwined between my own.
"Allura?" I said, my heart pounding.
Her lashes fluttered, and then I was staring into those incredible eyes, as blue as the sky.
"Yes?" Her voice was still husky from sleep.
The beat of my heart returned to normal, as normal as could be with her next to me.
"It’s nearly dawn. Coran and the guys will be waking soon." I brushed my lips over hers and felt a quick surge of heat.
She yawned, stretched, moved against me like a kitten. The heat grew and I moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
All night we had loved, slept, and then loved again. Yet each time had been different. At times it was a heat that threatened to consume us. At other times it was slow, as lovers who had all the time in the world.
She pressed her lips to my throat and I gasped loudly.
"We should get up," I croaked.
"We should."
But we didn’t. The sound of our breath filled the air, accompanied by the echo of a distant Christmas song.
Reluctantly I eased back so that I could see her smiling face. "Princess, we must take this v-e-r-y slowly."
Looking up at me, she traced my cheek with a fingertip. "You sound so serious, and I’m not ready to be serious."
"Allura, I would love to stay here with you all day, but we can’t."
Her smiled faltered. "I know," she said. "I’ll go back to my chambers."
"Alright." I sighed, giving her a swift kiss. "I’ll meet you downstairs."
Here in my bed.
My shoulder pillowed her head. A small hand rested in the center of my chest. She was sleeping deeply, the lushness of her form draped against my side, her breath a warm mist against my skin.
Slowly, I remembered her startling appearance in my room. Naked beneath her robe… so brave… so tempting.
I remembered the tremulous way she had kissed me, the feel of her body in my arms.
No other woman but Allura would have possessed the courage to come to me as she had done.
Her nearness invaded my senses. Shifting slightly, I eased the coverlet to gaze at her more fully. Relaxed in sleep, she still possessed a sensual allure that was intoxicating. Her skin was like the palest cream, flawless and unmarred against my own.
She moved, and I froze, because now one slender leg lay intimately entwined between my own.
"Allura?" I said, my heart pounding.
Her lashes fluttered, and then I was staring into those incredible eyes, as blue as the sky.
"Yes?" Her voice was still husky from sleep.
The beat of my heart returned to normal, as normal as could be with her next to me.
"It’s nearly dawn. Coran and the guys will be waking soon." I brushed my lips over hers and felt a quick surge of heat.
She yawned, stretched, moved against me like a kitten. The heat grew and I moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
All night we had loved, slept, and then loved again. Yet each time had been different. At times it was a heat that threatened to consume us. At other times it was slow, as lovers who had all the time in the world.
She pressed her lips to my throat and I gasped loudly.
"We should get up," I croaked.
"We should."
But we didn’t. The sound of our breath filled the air, accompanied by the echo of a distant Christmas song.
Reluctantly I eased back so that I could see her smiling face. "Princess, we must take this v-e-r-y slowly."
Looking up at me, she traced my cheek with a fingertip. "You sound so serious, and I’m not ready to be serious."
"Allura, I would love to stay here with you all day, but we can’t."
Her smiled faltered. "I know," she said. "I’ll go back to my chambers."
"Alright." I sighed, giving her a swift kiss. "I’ll meet you downstairs."
"Good morning, Princess."
"Good morning, Keith." I descended the stairs. The sight of him standing in the opened doorway had my heart doing a strange dance. Especially since he was wearing a secret smile, and his long dark hair was still dripping with little drops of water.
A cozy fire burned on the hearth. On the buffet table, there was a warming shelf with an assortment of breads and muffins, and chafers with scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, sausage and other delicious goodies. In the dining table was a Christmas centerpiece of red and white poinsettias.
"Want some coffee? He crossed the room and caught my hand.
"Uh huh." The touch of his hand on mine had my heart beginning to speed up. "We’re the first ones to come down."
He nodded. "You always get up very early on Christmas Day to see what Santa brought you, but not on the Second Day of Christmas, do you?"
I smiled. "You’re right-"
"Good morning, your Highness."
My head came up as Coran, Nanny and the guys came into the room. I snatched my hand away and crossed to the buffet table, where I hurriedly grabbed a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries.
"You’re up early, Commander." Coran took his place at the table and glanced at him with a questioning look.
"I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot in my mind." Keith sat across from him. "There’s something I need to tell you."
Coran studied Keith, who seemed a bit agitated. "Don’t tell me you are not joining us for the festivities of Second Day of Christmas."
"No," he shook his head and smiled. "I’m wouldn’t miss it for anything in the universe. But I need your permission-"
"For what?" Nanny said, eyeing me suspiciously.
Keith sighed softly. "Permission to marry Allura."
For the space of several minutes, there was total silence in the dining room. Keith turned to see me, still holding my spoon full of oatmeal, staring at him in surprise.
My, talk about taking it slow!
The boys, too, were staring, as though they could not quite believe what they had heard. Even Lance, with his frequent smart remarks what at a loss of words.
"Praise Heaven," Nanny gasped.
Coran cleared his throat. "You do realize this is a very serious request."
"I do."
He glanced at me. "I will not give my permission until I know this is what you want, Princess. What is your answer?"
I was aware of the fact that everyone were staring at me, but all I could see was Keith, so handsome, so proud, watching me with a guarded, cautious look.
I swallowed. "You must understand that I will not be separated from my people and my obligations."
He nodded. "I understand, Princess. I would never ask such a thing from you."
"But you will be undertaking a great burden, Keith," Coran interjected. "You will be prince consort and commander of Voltron and all our forces."
"That’s right!" Nanny said, raising a finger at him. "You may soon regret having accepted such thing."
Keith looked at her for a few moments, and then said, "What is done with love is never a burden, Ma’am."
He said it so simply, so solemnly, that even Nanny could not offer another argument. I know she cares very much about him but will never admit it out loud.
"But I’m a space explorer, Princess. I travel from planet to planet to help bring peace to the universe. Do you believe your people will accept us?"
I smiled. "If I can accept you, why would they not?"
And with Coran, Nanny and our dear friends watching, I placed my hands in Keith’s. "I do accept your offer, Keith Lyons. With all my heart!"
He smiled at me and squeezed my hands, then turned to my advisor. "And you, Coran? Do we have your blessing as well?"
Coran’s eyes grew misty. "Of course. We could give the announcement of your courtship on the feast of Second Day of Christmas. Do you agree?"
"It would be my greatest pleasure," Keith replied as we stared into each other’s eyes.
"Good morning, Keith." I descended the stairs. The sight of him standing in the opened doorway had my heart doing a strange dance. Especially since he was wearing a secret smile, and his long dark hair was still dripping with little drops of water.
A cozy fire burned on the hearth. On the buffet table, there was a warming shelf with an assortment of breads and muffins, and chafers with scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, sausage and other delicious goodies. In the dining table was a Christmas centerpiece of red and white poinsettias.
"Want some coffee? He crossed the room and caught my hand.
"Uh huh." The touch of his hand on mine had my heart beginning to speed up. "We’re the first ones to come down."
He nodded. "You always get up very early on Christmas Day to see what Santa brought you, but not on the Second Day of Christmas, do you?"
I smiled. "You’re right-"
"Good morning, your Highness."
My head came up as Coran, Nanny and the guys came into the room. I snatched my hand away and crossed to the buffet table, where I hurriedly grabbed a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries.
"You’re up early, Commander." Coran took his place at the table and glanced at him with a questioning look.
"I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot in my mind." Keith sat across from him. "There’s something I need to tell you."
Coran studied Keith, who seemed a bit agitated. "Don’t tell me you are not joining us for the festivities of Second Day of Christmas."
"No," he shook his head and smiled. "I’m wouldn’t miss it for anything in the universe. But I need your permission-"
"For what?" Nanny said, eyeing me suspiciously.
Keith sighed softly. "Permission to marry Allura."
For the space of several minutes, there was total silence in the dining room. Keith turned to see me, still holding my spoon full of oatmeal, staring at him in surprise.
My, talk about taking it slow!
The boys, too, were staring, as though they could not quite believe what they had heard. Even Lance, with his frequent smart remarks what at a loss of words.
"Praise Heaven," Nanny gasped.
Coran cleared his throat. "You do realize this is a very serious request."
"I do."
He glanced at me. "I will not give my permission until I know this is what you want, Princess. What is your answer?"
I was aware of the fact that everyone were staring at me, but all I could see was Keith, so handsome, so proud, watching me with a guarded, cautious look.
I swallowed. "You must understand that I will not be separated from my people and my obligations."
He nodded. "I understand, Princess. I would never ask such a thing from you."
"But you will be undertaking a great burden, Keith," Coran interjected. "You will be prince consort and commander of Voltron and all our forces."
"That’s right!" Nanny said, raising a finger at him. "You may soon regret having accepted such thing."
Keith looked at her for a few moments, and then said, "What is done with love is never a burden, Ma’am."
He said it so simply, so solemnly, that even Nanny could not offer another argument. I know she cares very much about him but will never admit it out loud.
"But I’m a space explorer, Princess. I travel from planet to planet to help bring peace to the universe. Do you believe your people will accept us?"
I smiled. "If I can accept you, why would they not?"
And with Coran, Nanny and our dear friends watching, I placed my hands in Keith’s. "I do accept your offer, Keith Lyons. With all my heart!"
He smiled at me and squeezed my hands, then turned to my advisor. "And you, Coran? Do we have your blessing as well?"
Coran’s eyes grew misty. "Of course. We could give the announcement of your courtship on the feast of Second Day of Christmas. Do you agree?"
"It would be my greatest pleasure," Keith replied as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Nanny turned away to blink back a speck of dust that had caused her eyes to water while Lance, Hunk and Pidge gathered around, hugging first the Princess, and then me.
I drew Allura toward the table, and held her chair while she took her seat. Then I sat beside her and passed her a basket with toast.
With a wink in the direction of the guys, Lance said, "Damn, am I glad Keith finally decided to accept his love for the Princess. I was beginning to worry about his mental state!"
Hunk and Pidge erupted in laughter, enjoying the flush on Allura’s cheeks.
If they only knew…
I drew Allura toward the table, and held her chair while she took her seat. Then I sat beside her and passed her a basket with toast.
With a wink in the direction of the guys, Lance said, "Damn, am I glad Keith finally decided to accept his love for the Princess. I was beginning to worry about his mental state!"
Hunk and Pidge erupted in laughter, enjoying the flush on Allura’s cheeks.
If they only knew…
In the meadow that lies south of the castle walls, the sound of carols sung at a loud pitch burst forth as a band of revelers filtered out of the forest to celebrate the Second Day of Christmas in Arus. Some walked, some rode on wagons piled high with forest greens, and few rode their stallions, whose war training had made them restless in these couple of years since peace reigned under the good offices of Princess Allura and the protection of Voltron.
And it was her in the lead, singing in the most melodious fashion with the children of the orphanage. Her blond hair caught the winter sun and threw off glints of pale gold, her blue eyes flashing with merriment.
I smiled, flushed with pleasure.
I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year!
Tables were set up in the meadow near the castle, and a feast served. Barrels of cider and beer were rolled out for drinking. There was a snowboarding demonstration, skating competitions in the lake and a curling contest with the winners receiving baskets of fruit, smoked ham or bottles of wine. The celebrations lasted far into the evening.
I scoured the faces, looking for that tempting mouth, the straight, fine nose, and those mesmerizing blue eyes.
I eased myself through the crowd of people lining the hill overlooking the castle before I found her, in the small orchard off the royal kitchen. The sight of her made me stop in breathless admiration.
Wrapped up in her cloak and her head tilted up to the sky, she stood drenched in silver moonlight, as proud and ethereal as a goddess.
Then she turned. Her eyes widened and she began to stammer her excuses. "I know I should be in the hall. But the night was so lovely, and I paused for a moment."
"I forgive you this time," I teased her, moving closer. "But don’t try my generosity too far."
Her surprise quickly gave way to a smile. "Your kindness is excessive, oh, supreme commander!"
I grinned. "Well, you know me."
"Everyone was happy with the announcement of our marriage."
"Indeed."
She gave me a sly look. "All the women of Arus seemed to love you, sir," she told me. "Should I be jealous?"
I caught her hand and pulled her into my arms.
"There’s only one woman for me."
"And who might that be?"
I laughed. "You!"
She smiled. "Maybe you could show me."
I grinned at her, and then whispered into her ear,
"On the Second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two sweet, long kisses
And a Black Lion in a Christmas tree."
Finis
12/17/2004
(Revised 12/10/2014)
And it was her in the lead, singing in the most melodious fashion with the children of the orphanage. Her blond hair caught the winter sun and threw off glints of pale gold, her blue eyes flashing with merriment.
I smiled, flushed with pleasure.
I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year!
Tables were set up in the meadow near the castle, and a feast served. Barrels of cider and beer were rolled out for drinking. There was a snowboarding demonstration, skating competitions in the lake and a curling contest with the winners receiving baskets of fruit, smoked ham or bottles of wine. The celebrations lasted far into the evening.
I scoured the faces, looking for that tempting mouth, the straight, fine nose, and those mesmerizing blue eyes.
I eased myself through the crowd of people lining the hill overlooking the castle before I found her, in the small orchard off the royal kitchen. The sight of her made me stop in breathless admiration.
Wrapped up in her cloak and her head tilted up to the sky, she stood drenched in silver moonlight, as proud and ethereal as a goddess.
Then she turned. Her eyes widened and she began to stammer her excuses. "I know I should be in the hall. But the night was so lovely, and I paused for a moment."
"I forgive you this time," I teased her, moving closer. "But don’t try my generosity too far."
Her surprise quickly gave way to a smile. "Your kindness is excessive, oh, supreme commander!"
I grinned. "Well, you know me."
"Everyone was happy with the announcement of our marriage."
"Indeed."
She gave me a sly look. "All the women of Arus seemed to love you, sir," she told me. "Should I be jealous?"
I caught her hand and pulled her into my arms.
"There’s only one woman for me."
"And who might that be?"
I laughed. "You!"
She smiled. "Maybe you could show me."
I grinned at her, and then whispered into her ear,
"On the Second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two sweet, long kisses
And a Black Lion in a Christmas tree."
Finis
12/17/2004
(Revised 12/10/2014)
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