Open the doors to your imagination. Meet new friends. Roll funny-shaped dice.
Twas the night before Christmas . . .
The moon on the breast
of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day
to objects below...
When what to my wondering
eyes should appear?
I knew in a moment it must be Count Stahd Von Zarovich
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came...
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DARK FANG! now, REAPER! now, HECKLE and JECKLE!
On, DARK STAR! on TWILIGHT! on, ROÄC and RIPTAIL!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
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of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day
to objects below...
When what to my wondering
eyes should appear?
I knew in a moment it must be Count Stahd Von Zarovich
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came...
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DARK FANG! now, REAPER! now, HECKLE and JECKLE!
On, DARK STAR! on TWILIGHT! on, ROÄC and RIPTAIL!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
SAVE THE DATE:
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