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I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me -- who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
And the Champak's odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O belovèd as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.

red_white:

Regardless of the discount Hank got for being in 'the business", he was still grumbling over the cost of getting in to see the show.  At least it assured the fact that Hank and Don were going to meet Zatanna when the show was over.  It wasn't often that you bought a ticket for a "dead man".

Hank and Don sat somewhere in the middle.  If it hadn't been for that discount, they would have been sitting in the back.  And it still hurt to see all that money fly out of his hands.

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It’s a calm clear night in Georgetown. There seems to be a sense of peace to the air especially around a small secluded cemetery that the Hall family uses to lay their relatives to rest. One grave stone is a particular note, a crouched over winged man looking down and written on the stone says In Memoriam Donald Hall RIP.

Then suddenly at area around the grave shines bright with blinding white light for several moments before fading away revealing a young man lying on the ground in front of the grave. Slowly sitting up the look of confusion and shock on his face was possibly great than what would have been on the face of someone who had witnessed what had happen if anyone had been around to see it.

After sitting there for a while he got up slowly and walked out of the graveyard and into the streets if Washington DC. He walked around looking for someplace familiar where he could just sit for a while and figure out what had just happened to him.

While he wandered around he looked in a car mirror to get a look at himself. His face had aged not too much but he looked older than he remembered. The clothes he had found himself in seemed to match perfectly with the currently looks.

While he wasn’t sure about many things yet he did know one thing that he, Don Hall, was alive again.

After wandering around for almost an hour he found a bar he remembered his brother used to like dragging him to. Figuring this was as good a place as any to stop and think Don walks inside. When he does he hears a familiar voice that sounds like it’s about to get himself in trouble.