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Chapter 7

Not just children, but parents, they came in the night
And chased her poor will-o-wisps and laughed with delight.
They picked through wild berries, their Yuletide feast found
And the band sat with her treant in a drum circle round!

For the people of Galadon, away from their Order,
Found joy in their Yuletide among nature's border.
Chasing lights into woods, fresh food they could share
They laughed in the weald, and drank Yuletide night air!

Her plots became joy, a twist unforseen
She sought out her swamps, her mood still so mean.
Yet she knew not the legend she had born from this night.
The chaotic druid sprite who brought Yuletide delight!

As dawn's light now broke, Galadon still alive with its cheer,
Ios walked the weald's edge, her mission unclear.
She stopped in her tracks, for they'd left her a snack.
A new yearly tradition, now welcoming her back!

Ios fled to her swamps, grumpy and irked,
Munched on a treat she hadn't thought to have shirked.
"Next Yuletide will be different yes," she hissed with a sneer,
"Next year's Yuletide mischief yes, they truly will fear!"

Yet as she nibbled the treat, and pondered her snack
She flicked out her tongue, gave her spiked tail a whack.
But she'd never admit it. Not even in jest.
This year's Yuletide in Galadon? Just simply the best.