'Twas the [Jon Snow] before Christmas, and all through the [Tyrion Lannister], not a creature was [fighting], not even a [direwolf]. The [knights] were hung by the [doors] with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be [beheading].The children were nestled all [clever] in their [Iron Thrones]. While visions of [Stallion hearts] danced in their heads. And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my [gown], had just settled down for a [golden] winter's nap.
When out on the [Cersei Lannister] there arose such a [horse], I sprang from the
The moon on the crest of the new fallen [boat], gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering [golden hand] should appear, but a miniature [Jaime Lannister], and eight [evil] reindeer.
With a [funny] old driver, so [tragic] and quick, I knew in a moment it must be [Aegon Targaryen]! More rapid then [dragons], his coursers they came, And he whiled and [danced], and he called them by name!
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and [Grey Wind]! Oh Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the [gates]! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! [Kill] away! [Die] away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with a [Robb Stark], mount to the sky. So up to the houses the coursers they [slept], with a sleigh full of toys, and [Daenerys Targaryen] too.
And then in a twinkling, I [jumped] on the roof, The prancing and riding of each little hoof. As I drew in my [nose] and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in all [Greyjoys], from his head to his foot, and hid clothes were all [grumpy] with ashes and soot. A bundle of [crows] he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes- how they [ran]! His dimples how merry! His [eyes] were like roses, his nose a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a [dragon egg], and the beard of his chin was as [hard] as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in is teeth, And the [sword]- it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little [swift] belly, That [fought] when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old [three eyes raven], and I [died] when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to [cry].
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his [bow], And filled all the [Starks], then turned with a jerk. And laying a finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he [wept]!
He sprang to his Sleigh, to his team he gave a [Dorne], and away they all [travelled], like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he [warred] out of sight, "[beautiful] Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
