Well and all, it comes again. WinterFest, Kindle tide - whatever name best fits thy lips, let it's spirit fit thy heart . An d of those tides, by whatever name, why not a song?
In the land called Real there is a thing many sing at these tides, and it's name be 'Good King Wenceslaus'. The words here be old, aye and older, and they are not directly part of the Tale THUNDER AND LIGHTNING, though they speak of Sephiranoth Fool and Donea-Fair. But if ye know the tune of the land called Real well, these words may wake that tune in thy heart, and mayhap then thy lips also . Let it be so, and Kindle greetings to ye all!


WinterFestive
AppleJack

Sonea-Fair took walk-a-bout
WinterFest the eve'en
Long stored cask to offer out
Many friends to seek-en
Bright her smile and merry sight
Walking with the Foo-el
When they came upon a Blight
Aegis-Foe so cru-el
Sonea's staff stood in the Hall
Drake hoard slim past mention
How to save their neighbours all
From the the Blight's intention
Sonea-Fair stepped to the Blight
And she bade it greeting
"It's WinterFest, mayhap we might
Set aside thy beating.
Surely even Blight's have thirst
Let thy thirst be riven..."
Sonea-Fair took up her cask
Poured it Blight upon him
Sephiranoth opened jaw
Casting out a flaming
Flame and Sonea's spirit bore
Green Blight to an ending
Fool and Fair saw Blight made burn
And it made them ponder
Made their path to Deadlands turn
Aegis lands to wander
There a WinterFest they brought
Any chef might relish
AppleJack and drake-fire taught
Flambe-d Foe to perish
So now all ye Gifted folk
Or if ye be other
WinterFest's cask cheer store up
Ready glass to offer
When the Foe are at thy back
Keep the Festive spirit
Off them some AppleJack
And a light to see-ee it!