{High over the town where the tinsel lights twinkled,
Where carols rang loud and the cheer over-sprinkled,
The winter leaned in with a hush and a huff,
Around one green figure who’d had quite enough.
While down there they giggled on schedule and cue,
He watched from above with a narrowed-eye view.
They laughed because laughing was simply “the thing,”
He watched because truth didn’t jingle or sing.
He ruled all the quiet, the cold, and the still,
Where wanting could wander unwrapped, at its will.
Broad shoulders, green skin, hair a wild, clever mess,
Moonlight caught mischief — not joy, not finesse.
He didn’t need holidays, ribbons, or rules.
The season, he’d found, bent around him like tools.
And then — oh then! — something shifted just so.
Not a clatter. Not sparkle. Not glow.
It wasn’t a sound and it wasn’t a sight,
But the mountain leaned closer that cold, clever night.
Someone not laughing, not caught in the crowd,
Someone who climbed where the cheer wasn’t loud.
His grin crept along like a well-practiced plan,
Slow and deliberate — ah yes, thought the man.
It seemed that this season, so noisy and bright,
Had finally offered a prize worth his bite.}
Where carols rang loud and the cheer over-sprinkled,
The winter leaned in with a hush and a huff,
Around one green figure who’d had quite enough.
While down there they giggled on schedule and cue,
He watched from above with a narrowed-eye view.
They laughed because laughing was simply “the thing,”
He watched because truth didn’t jingle or sing.
He ruled all the quiet, the cold, and the still,
Where wanting could wander unwrapped, at its will.
Broad shoulders, green skin, hair a wild, clever mess,
Moonlight caught mischief — not joy, not finesse.
He didn’t need holidays, ribbons, or rules.
The season, he’d found, bent around him like tools.
And then — oh then! — something shifted just so.
Not a clatter. Not sparkle. Not glow.
It wasn’t a sound and it wasn’t a sight,
But the mountain leaned closer that cold, clever night.
Someone not laughing, not caught in the crowd,
Someone who climbed where the cheer wasn’t loud.
His grin crept along like a well-practiced plan,
Slow and deliberate — ah yes, thought the man.
It seemed that this season, so noisy and bright,
Had finally offered a prize worth his bite.}
“Well now,” he said softly, “you’ve climbed rather high… tell me, dear trouble, what caught your eye?”