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Title:
December Feast
Author:
Margie
Rating:
NC-17, or Hard R
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers:
Through S7
WARNINGS:
none really.
Summary: In
my world Tara and
Spike are both happy and alive after S7.
This fic is based on the song Good King Wenceslas.
Author's Note: Written for the Excessant Yule
Celebration 2005. For those of you who
don’t know the Feast of Stephen is celebrated on December 26th in
honor of the first Christian Martyr.
Thanks to Ladycat for the beta!
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything. Joss owns
it all, damn him!
Feedback:
Yes please! margarks@gmail.com
Archive: If
you want it just email me to tell me where it's going.
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Good
King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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