Christmas Morning Blade

Yo! What's under the tree? Stockings hung by the forge flames

roaring. Sword rack empty but my dreams keep soaring. The sleigh brings

treasures no smith provides. Hoping his bag has something sharp inside.

Oh, what's under the tree? Wrapped in runes aglow.

A blade for my hand to vanquish every foe. A morning star, a long sword,

or maybe an axe. I'll take on all monsters, leave them flat on their backs.

Oh. The blacksmith fire burns its embers gold. Legends of heroes

and weapons retold. I polished my gauntlets, my shield by the door. But my hearts on