Gala's Winter Holiday Challenge

So Galadrial came to the Blender Board and presided over one of her great Holiday Contests. Unlike the theme-based Halloween Monster's Ball, the Winter Holiday contest had certain word restrictions...at least 5 from A, 5 from B, and as many bonus words as you wanted.... LIST A LIST B BONUS hot cider cinnamon stars egg nog tinsel christmas balls flashing lights pine fronds ribbon mistletoe christmas songs the smell of cookies adoration lust sweetness pulse hands lips full near far crisp cold clear Snow flakes Angels eyelashes frost embracing blankets pillowed And without further ado....(but with a tie for third...) Brought To Life By tj holland / 2002 Nov 28 At the close of this cold, clear Christmas Eve Into the silent library the mother has come To sit amid the leather bound books And softened leather chairs of her husband's retreat She has hung the tinsel, bright and sparkling To belie the light that has gone from her eyes Each of the gifts she has given her children Is tightly tied with the reddest ribbon she had For too many gifts have come unravelled this year Her angels sleep on feathered dreams Sweetly pillowed by their mother's love And protected by the adoring eye Of a father watching from high above And now she rests from bringing to life A Christmas each child will treasure She feels the soul of her lover near Laughing below the beckoning mistletoe Here they embrace in time and matching steps For sweetness has lingered in this room for years Outside the window the snowflakes slowly twist And join the dance to music that is played by love No other rhythm could heal as well and yet There are no Christmas songs that sing of this The Christmas Cupid By splatipus / 2002 Nov 28 Hic!   Hi! I知 the Christmas Cupid The Boss has put me on 'Office Party Patrol' this year Hic! Oops, missed again There goes the eggnog Shouldn稚 have had that last Hot Cider! Hmmm, Now he looks like his Christmas balls Deserve a bit of adoration Who shall we....? Ah, seen her, That bit of sweetness over there And gawd, do we need to get her off That Christmas Song Kare-oke! OK, I知 going for the full Lust Thrust Ready...Aim.....Hic Shit! Cinnamon Stars everywhere So near and yet so far... Hic! Oh, stuff this, I知 off to gatecrash the Angels party Think I値l flutter my eyelashes At that one called Gabriel I知 sure a little bit of embracing Under my snow-flake blanket Will thaw his frost. Hic! Better take a few extra arrows just in case! fallen By Violet / 2002 Nov 27 My lips and hands are full of you flashing lights and beating pulse as you draw near tangled in tinsel and tortured by a flickering tongue i don't need mistletoe to drive this fire home swallowing kisses like cinnamon stars, i drink you in pine fronds bend under the weight of snowflakes and we melt beneath, above, and against eachother embracing and laughing and sinning two angels fallen like snow Glaciers Are Disappearing By Misti / 2002 Nov 28 glaciers are disappearing, he says she asks why he explains and it's one more reason to be anxious and at dinner he is happy to discover that his salsa scorched tongue is remedied with a piece of ice from his Coke everything is calm the mariachi band is playing a Cuban revolution song Pete Seeger created the arrangement he says she says Tao's grandfather? was Dylan really like his uncle? she is too starstruck he is concentrating on his tacos all over town now there is tinsel and ribbon too much red and green not nearly enough blue and turquoise Aren't the Lights Swell??? I love the hell out of that whale (the neon whale that illuminates the car wash) (she is trying too hard to be merry) he is driving and she is striving for starving for singing the heart out of giddy glad been the gooderest girl all year long don't remember the bad auld lang syne! ten dollar claddagh she thinks he hates that she remembers the price later in the store she is a hell of ice, out of nowhere Christmas songs on the PA the smell of cookies cheating the produce section out of its purity no mistletoe in sight but she isn't looking for mistletoe she's looking for a turkey breast she's looking for pecans she's combing the aisles for mini candy cane Oreos she knows she is lost but there are pies to bake, damn it pictures to take in Santa Claus hats smiling clear to El Paso pass the queso it's time for cheesy outside the air was crisp stars were clear lust was hibernating she was creating full drama out of scant vibrations of life there was barely a pulse but she was screaming from the gurney and they journeyed home and she was pillowed in his love and the frost was threatening but for whatever reasons they were embracing again against the mad mutability of the seasons. Congrats to the Winners and Thanks to Gala!