The HELPER has never once been seen.
The Fat One is sneaky, but careless.
The wife of the Fat One paid in full
for the snotnos’d and dirty of Gris.

The fourth house on Harkness held Erik,
hyped up on turnips and spiced nuts and
cocoa and loud lies of yuletide and
elfin carousing and courses of

reindeer, darting through the northern lights.
Erik’s eyes sparked when the Fat One flew
reckless and feckless before the clouds.
The HELPER took notice and stretched out

a parlous arm, plucked out Erik’s eyes,
twisted his ears, and wet his bed.
THE END.

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(Part of Loren Eaton's Advent Ghosts 2011 shared storytelling event.)