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Thank you so much for your kind words dear.
Your words almost brought me to tears.
I haven't been anon for long. in fact it's my first time.
and I'm so very glad me, and my fellow anons could bring you happiness this year.
May all of your days be blessed.

~Sweet Spark.

Under the tree the gifts enthrall,
But the nicest present of them all
Is filling our thoughts with those who care,
Wanting our Christmas joy to share.
To you, whom we're often thinking of,
We send our holiday joy and love.

&3 k.c the awesome anon

If true dirtiness is what you're after, then it must be worked into.
Being the man of honor and decency that I am, I never start off conversations with a lovely lady in such a crude manner.
However, I will tell you this, your smile made me tingle in places I've never tingled before.

Merry Christmas. The gift may be cheap but I always say it's the thought that counts. I hope you like your present.

Love The Anon With No Epicly Cool Name

P.S. You have a very very kind heart and you deserve this gift.

Your beauty caught my attention,
you're the prettiest creation.
That green outfit suits you well,
where ugliness never dwells.
You're pretty inside and out,
That, i cannot surely doubt. icon_smile.gif

Merry Christmas. &3
- Snowball

I-I am not fighting anyone for anyone's love!
I simply... find Aiden alluring, that is all!
I w-wish you a magical Christmas, my beautiful rose.

- The Gentleman. -

aww my fishies died icon_sad.gif
but now hopfully you can profit from it

Good day, m'dear.
I come hoping to bring you just a little cheer.
My letter to you is not one of glamor,
But I hope that maybe, just this small gift will bring a smile to your face.


~Ducky McQuackers

I know this isn't exactly rare, nor is it 'magnificent' or 'excellent' or 'a beauty'. I also know that this message isn't very suave, or cute, or funny, or -insert adjective here- [though you were probably talking about the anons themselves, not the gifts, when you wrote that]. However, beside all of that, and beside the voice at the back of my mind telling me not to send this as I'll only end up embarrassing myself, I choose to send it instead, hopeful in that you'll understand what I mean by it.
The only thing I regret is that I didn't [and still don't] have anything that would actually more accurately describe what I want to say, but I hope you'll forgive me and make due with this for now.
An early very merry Christmas to you, and a wondrous and happy New Years, or just Happy Holidays in general.

--Mitternacht Fantome

Feel bad for me not.
Being the man that I am, I always come out on top.


~Bottlecaps~

Have you fed me with a special pill
That makes my feelings overflow and spill
With love for you that is so deep until
A whole ocean it can easily fill!
- the poem stealer

In a small town there was an old granny living in a big house. Kids avoided her, it looked just creepy.
Yet little Lucy wasn't scared, she'd often walk around that big house, waiting for the granny to open her door.
One day, the granny finally opened the door. She showed little Lucy a deliciously looking muffin and asked her to come in.
That was the last day, little Lucy was seen.

Yours sincerely,
The Horror of Christmas

I've passed one hundred gifts
For all you poor misfits
And I've finally changed the poem

But still don't show it
Don't let the other gaians know it
For the rhyming scheme is worthy of moans

So trust this lil girl
Who cares for the world
Underneath the cyber-starred dome

The bandwagon still rolls
We drink beer from bowls
Though I can hear the drunk dragon's groan

You are the hundred and seventy-sixth

-The hijacker of bandwagons
PS--Think my name is strange, do ya? DO YA?
Well it probably is...

In a kingdom long forgotten there was once a princess who without much companionship or attention from those around her would walk the meadows around her castle. One morning she found a magnificent golden bird lying near dead by a river. A weapon she could not identify had pierced one wing, so wide and majestic, but feeling sorry for the creature, she took it with her to her castle. As she nursed the poor bird, she would sing to it and share her deepest feelings and thoughts. The bird would reciprocate with its own songs--songs that spoke of sorrow and loneliness that princess knew all too well. It would often sing to her as lay in her bed the evening, about to sleep and early in the morning as she woke. Soon she became quite attached and was heartbroken when the golden bird could unfurl its wings without pain. When it could finally fly she wept bitter tears as she went to sleep that same evening. Sometime in the early morning near sunrise, she was startled by the sound of feathers and the strangled voice of a man. Awake and nearly consumed with fright she beheld a beautiful man near the foot of her bed. &Please do not be afraid,& he said quickly before he could call for her guards. &I do not have much time--I am the bird who you have so loving cared for these past weeks. I have been enchanted, you see, and can only appear this way the hour before sunrise, for when the sun rises I must be a bird once more.& Mollified, the princess, was still skeptical. From a foreign land to the east, the man explained, he had been sent on a cursed errand, and could not rest or return home until he completed the task given him. & What is this task, perhaps I could...& The princess offered, her affection for the creature the man once was overcoming her. Very sadly, he could not reveal his errand, given the nature of the curse, and as the first light of the sun began to shimmer through the window, he turned to her and took her hand. &Sadly I cannot stay. I wanted to bid you farewell and,& he paused, his golden cheeks flushing crimson, &to express the hope that the affection you had for a simple bird may given to the man he hopes to be when he returns. For I will.& With that he pressed something into her hand and ran to the window where the full light of the sun shone through. The princess barely had time to respond before a bright flash came before her eyes and she heard a rustle of wings. Running to the window, she searched for the Man-bird and only saw a golden fleck in the distance. Opening her hand was a gold token, with the message, &Remember me& on one side. It took a while for the princess to discern her feelings, but she soon realized she loved the man as well as the bird and resolved to wait for him. Alas, he's yet to return, but she placed the token next to her heart so that he would be with her always. However, with each growing day, something unsettles her about his absence. Perhaps something is afoot? I'll tell you the token is the key... It's not much, I'm afraid. But keep this and know you're not alone this Christmas. Joyeux Noel! ~The Traveler

Red and Green are so pretty! You wear them very nicely. &3

Carrots are orange and green... And orange is kind of like red, isn't it?

I'm confused.

~ The White Rabbit

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The rhythmic sound of your footsteps in the snow fills your head as you wander along the hedgerow, your eyes drawn to the scarlet berries blooming sporadically amongst the holly.You come to a sudden stop. What was that? A voice? You pull your scarf more tightly around you, straining your ears to hear the mysterious sound again. There it was! A deep, warm voice, one that filled you with joy, though you could not find the source.

&Beautiful flower! How fresh and pure you are! You are the first; you are the only one! You are our love! You ring out the call of summer, lovely summer, over town and country! All the snow shall melt, the cold winds be driven away! We shall reign! Everything shall grow green! And then you shall have company, the lilacs and laburnums and finally the roses. But you are the first, so tender and pure!&

The voice echoes away, leaving you full of curiosity. You begin to walk forwards to locate its source when a sight by your feet causes you to stop. You bend down to clear the snow away. Freed from its weighty blanket the tiny flower stands to salute you, its perfectly-formed head bobbing in the wind. It looks so small and fragile, almost blending in against the snow, but in its purity you see determination.

A smile spreads on your face as you stand and continue your journey. Through frost and darkness the little flower had fought to reach up towards the sun; you think to yourself that perhaps you follow its example.

Dreams are never as distant as we think.

- The Smallest Snowdrop

Oh my gosh! It's been a blast
And I have reached at last
The lucky two hundred

I can't believe I've given so much!
By all your thanks, I'm very touched
Though in numbers I might have blundered

I'm such a grateful little girl
All this gratitude from the world
Has left me in a state of wonder

Just remember this poem must not be revealed
Until Xmas passes, keep your lips sealed
&And bring more beer!& the dragon thundered

You are the two hundred and twenty-fifth

-The hijacker of bandwagons
PS--You were so sweet to The Gifting Ninja

I look up at the sky and am greeted with a veil of grey. I turn to face the wind and meet with his cold bluster. But I do not fret, for I know that there are those who appreciate the warmth I try to give in this cold time of rebirth. And so it is that I hope this small token finds you in good health and good company, for not even the most glorious flame can match the warm embrace of friend and fellow. -Arctic Fox

Thank you ^^
- The Gift Ninja

A rose you are, my lovely star, you shine like the moon which of far. Your rose reminds me of this young lass, who wasn't very good at maths. He was a sweet talker and a woman wooer, he would make a song of love right for her. He liked to leave a rose at the door, then hide away till they pick it off the floor. They would squee with lust, at this rose which would smell of musk, he then left one rose on a bed, but the girl didn't see it and it got stuck on her head! A kandied rose you see, it was just not meant to be. He never after then wooed a girl right out of his hat, he hid away with his little cat, he was such a silly young little lass, why didn't he just study his maths?

;~Merry Christmas!~;
The Green witch

Merry Christmas from an avalanche of snow outside your window!!!!

My gifts are about as good
as the poems that I write
I may not have much gold
but I love you with all my might

~The Not so Poetic Poet

PS: Thank you for thanking all the anons and sticking up for us. I always smile when I see people like you making posts like that. The same kind of smile we anons try to give others. So thank you again. I hope you have a merry Christmas.

&If you see some different lights
Around your Christmas tree
It could be Christmas Angels
Hiding there to see.&

It may not be one of us, but I can give you something to light your way this Christmas! God bless, and have a very Merry Christmas!

P.S. I read your message and thought it sweet. So I have for you this little treat. It's not much, I sadly fear, but I hope it brings you some Christmas cheer.
...And I know, I am horrible with the rhyming. I am an angel, not a poet! :3

~The Christmas Angel

Such a kind little soul,
warm and loving.
Appreciate the unknown,
the anonymous
because perhaps one day,
the anonymous,
may appreciate you.

Perhaps it is a life you save,
or just helping a little child.

But no matter what
do not forget
that there is still kindness in this world.

- The Monitor

If I were a bird, I'd sing a song
And fly about the whole day long
And when the night comes, go to rest,
Up in my cozy little nest
-The Flirty Birdy

I look at you, and I've no idea what to do.
You wear the shade of red, yet you're adorned with green, too!
My heart begins to rumble, but it's quieted by the green,
But judging from what I have seen,
Your hair, rose, glasses, shoes, and more,
To hate you, I realize, what for?
Take this beautiful hairpiece and replace it with that atrocious green hat!

Always,
Lady Red

Merry Christmas, from The Lady Who Loves.

PS: I have seen you around the event forum a lot, constantly appreciating the gifts from us anonymous gifters. Thank you...! You are really a lovely, wonderful, and appreciative person, and you deserve more than what I can give you. However, I hope this small gift makes you smile.

For you too share with loved one on a fine Christmas day, however I will not be held responsible for any excess gas produced!!

~~xox~~

you seek a plate of warm cookies,
but there's only a rose on a plate.
but where are the cookies you ask?
inside of my heart, waiting to be eaten away
with every hug.
but fear not, there's always cookies,
stuffed high up in the sky.
go and jump, reach for the stars,
get those cookies and rejoice!

merry christmas from
~ cookie dudette

All mean wear masks,
Whether if it is over their faces,
Or over their hearts.
For what? I do not know.
But my dear, let me say;
Im tired of wearing one.
Forgive me, for I cannot sing,
Nor can I harmonize a song for you.
But all I can do, is give you this.
Now tell me, how is it that I miss?
Surely this instrument has a darkened past,
But so does love, does it not?

Merry Christmas.

Love,
The Evil Nutcracker

Merry Christmas, My sweet.

Oh, have we met?
The third star on the right?
You shake your head, &No&,
I feel like a blight.

Have a merry little Christmas!
- Astrology

Did you know my favorite winter holiday celebration is the frozen wet t-shirt contests? It's a fact that participants are 17% less likely to burst into flames from built up holiday cheer.
Bye!

*a mirror appears in front of you as a beautiful glowing woman of white appears! And next to her, something that appears to be a black cloak with a rather rounded skull mask over where the person's face would be, and not to mention it's shoulders are rather pointy and it's wearing something that looks like... a top hat? However, they both look friendly enough. The woman is Life, and the cloaked person is her husband Death!*

Death: You can't expect me to be mopey, can you? o:
Life: *worried look to her husband, then holds up a hand over her mouth where her sweet can't hear* He wasn't always so cheery, from our teen years to some of our adult years he use to be very, very serious.. But he stopped 800 years ago, really it's for his own good.. *does not want her husband to mope over being the death bringer D:*
Death: What on earth are you whispering over there? o:
Life: *fdgsf* Just a little information to our Receiver! Though let's drop all gloomyness hm? We're here to bring you a happy holidays message, Kandied! icon_smile.gif
Death: ...Kandied Rose? Are you made of candy? c: *pokes the mirror as if poking the Receiver* You don't look like you are, but the world is full of surprises~!
Life: I highly doubt she is my love, it's just a username! &3 I doubt we'll ever be able to drop the habit of questioning gaians usernames... Sorry! We just hope it doesn't bother you!
Death: Oh we never say anything offensive. o: At least I hope we haven't~! Hmmmmm..
Life: We're getting sidetracked again. D: *oh goodness our attention span is rather short today*
Death: ...fdgsf oh dear! We'd better get the message out before we get sidetracked again! *HUGS WIFE*
Life: *HUGS BACK* Oh yes, let's!
Life & Death: MerryChristmasHappyHolidaysBeMerryourgiftisn'tmuchbutwehopeyoulikeitdfsgsdfgENJOY
*Their image then fades from the mirror*

Merry Christmas from the Happy & Odd Couple,
Lady Life & Lord Death

You deserve and good enough to be gifted.
Maintain the kindness of your heart.
Merry Christmas

-M.S.

I know everything.

That Teacher You Hate

I've been seeing your face
In ever single place
And I haven't gifted you
Even though it's your profile I've been to
So from The Dream to The Dreamer
I give you this and bid you adieu

A trip out onto your lawn is prime time for snowtime play! Dancing about in half a foot of snow, your frolicking is suddenly interrupted by the presence of a tall man in black and red, smirking at you through a silky red mask. You stop turning, pausing to look at him. His ankles are submerged in the snow, but there are no marks around him. He seems to have a scaly black creature crawling around his arm, and is laughing as he feeds it a handful of snow.

'Konnichiwa, my dear,' he says, finally turning his warm golden gaze toward you, and the little black dragon looks up and burps before burying its nose in the snow again. 'I hope I'm not interrupting.' He beckons you over playfully, and you approach cautiously. 'Would you like to hold my little friend here? He's actually in need of a nice warm home...' He smiles, offering the wiggly little dragon to you, and places him in your arms.

'I'll check in now and then, make sure he isn't too much trouble.' The tall man winks, leaning down to bring his masked face right beside your ear, slowly moving to stand behind you, his chest pressed warmly against your back. 'I hope you don't mind?' His voice is naught but a whisper in your ear, his lips grazing skin.

As soon as he has an affirmative response, a card slides into your jacket pocket, and when you turn, he's gone. Once again, there are no tracks to show which way he went-- he's simply disappeared.

- The Gift Ninja

You have no idea how nice it is to have so much appreciation no matter what gift you give &3

When I first started gaia, there hadn't been anonymous gifters or anything really like this. At the time, I was questing for an enchanted book. I couldn't afford the 1st generation, so i waited for a different one.
This is my most treasured item, and I KNOW that you will take good care of it.

You're my inspiration to give.

I love to eat them, they are so yummy,'specially the ones, that are in my tummy! Merry Christmas!
-Chef le Peppermint Squid

I always did love roses...

~ Little Girl Down The Road

I have naught to give,
but give I must;
A reminder of truth and love
should be enough, I trust.

You may well be
the most valued gift receiv'd.

-The White Fairy

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