• Twas the night before Xmas and me unable to tweet, for twitter was overloaded by many a twit. ITunes blaring so loud I barely heard a creak. When suddenly a figure passed by my window so quick, was it my imagination or was it really Saint Nick? I made my way down the hall, grabbing a bat and an old baseball. I spied a figure dressed in white & red, but wait what were they doing to my gingerbread? I tried to step as quietly as I could, but alas the squeaky hardwood. Trying to hide I peered in the room, only to be met by blue eyes in the gloom. I opened my mouth as if to shout, but not a single sound would come out. Flipping on the light I was amazed to see, a girl with broken wings and a cat’s tail standing right before me. She looked so tired and worn, though those eyes held a hidden strength I would have sworn. A ratty old sack sat at her feet, spilling out loot in utter defeat.