A Baby Owlbear in December’s Glow
Through frosted woods where the cold winds blow,
A baby owlbear ambles slow.
Its fur like snow, its feathers bright,
A soft, warm glow in winter’s night.
With curious hoots and a waddling stride,
It peeks where the frozen secrets hide.
A paw in the snow, a nose in the air,
December’s magic lingers there.
Icicles shimmer on evergreen boughs,
The forest whispers its solemn vows:
“Welcome, little one, to this chill embrace,
Where wonder and frost fill every space.”
A squirrel darts; its tail fluffs wide.
The owlbear squeaks and scrambles to hide,
But soon it giggles—a chiming sound—
And chases the prints left on the ground.
By moonlight pale and starlight clear,
It spies a frozen stream quite near.
It taps the ice with a cautious claw,
And marvels at what its touch just saw.
The northern lights weave green and gold,
The sky tells stories, ancient and bold.
And though it’s small, this owlbear knows
Its spirit, like December, glows.
Through the snowy dusk, it roams once more,
Dreaming of forests yet to explore.
For even in winter’s silent song,
A baby owlbear feels it belongs.
Rust Creeper’s Christmas
Deep in the dungeon, where few would creep,
The Rust Creeper stirred from its metal-filled sleep.
Its antennae twitched in the frosty air,
A holiday dream was brewing there.
With a tail that swept through the cavernous gloom,
It set out to brighten its shadowy room.
Swords for garlands, shields aglow,
Chainmail sparkled like freshly fallen snow.
A crossbow tree, both jagged and bent,
Was the heart of its festive ornament.
A knight’s old helm crowned the topmost branch,
Its coppery hue in the torchlight danced.
Rust Creeper hummed a metallic tune,
Its carol rang through the cavern’s gloom.
The adventurers hiding could only stare,
At this strange yuletide scene beyond compare.
For in its heart, the creature knew,
Christmas belonged to the monsters too.
So it reveled alone in its scrapyard den,
Turning lost treasures to joy again.
No stockings, no gifts, no feast to prepare,
Yet warmth and wonder filled the air.
For the Rust Creeper proved, with its clattering cheer,
Even the oddest can spread holiday fear—and cheer.
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