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• The Medieval Diner
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• Secret Stratagems
• Siege Towers 101
• The Boke of the Dyseases le SCadyian
• The Fyne Art of Combat Brewing
• True’s Glossary of…EVIL!, Version 3.0!
• Happy Hanu-Kwana-Solsti-rismas!
• The Fyne art of Feast Warfare
• SCA Heraldic Zodiac Bling
• Welcome to the New Middle Aged-ness
• The Fyne Art of Picking a Nemesis
• A Visit From Sir Sven A Claus

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A visit from Sir Sven-a-Claus

(Twas the Knight before Twelfth night)

By: THL Thomas Whitehart for His Excellency King Sven, 12th Night 2008

Twas the night before twelfth night and all thru the Kingdom
People celebrated their holidays be they Christian or Klingon
The shields were all lined up by camp walls with care
In hopes that Sir Sven-a-Claus soon would be there

The Archers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of spear-gods danced in their heads
Fighters snuggled in armor and heavy steel caps
They staggered to their yurts for a long winter’s nap

When out on the battlefield arose such a clatter
I sprang from my period bed to see what was the matter
Away past the privies, I flew like a flash
Tripping over tent lines, in the mud I did splash

But what to my bleary eyes, in the darkness appeared
But a mighty Caid shield wall, all bristling with spears!
They roared onto the field with nary a pause
Led by our good King, Sir Sven-a-Claus

More rapid than beagles, his Knights they all came,
He whistled and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Guillaume! Now Drogo, Now Gerhardt and Dietrich,
Sir’ Edward, Sir Edric, and my Lovely Kolfinna
Go past Resurrection, and Keep up with Jamaal!,
Now smash away, smash away, smash away all!

For out of the darkness the foemen appeared
It was those sneaky Atenveldters with all of their gear
Right through the enemy, our column charge flew
But soon they were surrounded, Sir Sven-a-Claus too!

But in the night air, I heard a loud twang!
And a new Aten shield wall collapsed with a bang!
For though we were outnumbered ten-thousand to one
Sven-a-Claus had brought Siege, and some Archers for fun!

For midnight attacks, he had brought the perfect solution
Because we all know how the Aten’s love “Air-Pollution”
Our camps they erupted, warbands put down their “root-beers”
And they ran for the field, with yells and with cheers!

Oh, How the King battled, with flat snaps and with raps
Oh, How The Knights held the line with n’ary a gap!
As we all ran to join them, shouting with Glee,
I heard Sir Sven-a-Claus cry, “To Me! To Me!

His eyes were a twinkling, his sword swift and final
As it spun in an arc, and killed off a rhino
With a wink of his eye, as he thrust to a head
I soon came to know that I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but kept to his work
And he laid out a shield man who was being a jerk
Then waving his sword, high up over his head
He called all his forces as the enemy fled

The brave warriors cheered, because winning is fun!
And they marched off en-masse to find some drinks, and some drums…..
I heard Sir Sven-a-Claus exclaim, as they headed into the night
“Cheese Pizzas to all, and to all, A Good Fight!”