Christmas Dream from First Christmas by Timeworn Tales

The Southern Swamp's First Christmas part 6

As the snow fell and Santa Croc made his way among the twisted groves of the goblin village, an unusual spirit drifted through the swamp.
Like the briefest whiff of the most delicious food, it settled on the village and the goblins fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.
So deep and so peaceful was their slumber that they heard not a peep of Cris sneaking into their homes to deliver his goodies.
And, they dreamed.
Not of fighting and pillaging.
Not of violence and anger and all of the normal things goblin-kind dream of.
They dreamed of strange and magical things.
Of feasts and a warm fire.
Of beautiful music and the sound of water droplets dripping from weeping willows into the peaceful waters of their swamp.
They dreamed of their forgotten love for the swamp and how it in turn nurtured them and provided all that they needed.
The next day they wouldn't recall what they'd dreamed.
Only that they'd had the most restful rest of their lives and they felt at peace. At least, for a moment...

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