Ahhhh! The twelfth day of Christmas has arrived! Santa's on his way!

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I know it's Christmas Eve, but you can do it...you can post one last          Christmas story for the 'boys'. A BIG THANK YOU to all the cousins who participated. It was lots of fun!

        HOPE YOU HAVE A JOYFUL AND BLESSED CHRISTMAS!

         

"T'was the night before..."~ For Day Twelve of the 12 Days of Christmas

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A Bowery Mission poem...

           

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house one creature was stirring, and it wasn't a mouse.

A blond headed Russian walked out his front door, loaded with a sackful of presents galore.

He hailed a cab..."227 Bowery," he said, and the yellow checkered taxi-cab would became his sled.

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Illya walked through the bright red Mission door, and scattered his loaded bag across the floor.

It was brimming with toys and new winter coats, gloves, and sweaters, what people needed the most.

His friend Claire smiled warmly as he donned his apron so tight, to dole out the food, to feed the poor and help brighten their mood.

When the day was done, they'd washed, cleaned, and sat for a rest. Claire looked at Illya thinking, he was the best.

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"If I were twenty years younger, "she always would say, and the Russian would blush shyly that day.

"Thank you my friend," he'd say with a kiss. "To help you along is my only wish."

And he'd leave embarassed through the kitchen and make such a clatter, Claire'd come out to see what was the matter.

He'd laugh at his clumsiness, and clean up again, and wave good bye to his charming old friend.

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The lights of the city seemed brighter that night, and a once cold young Russian was filled with delight.

He stood at the steps of his apartment as the the snow fell down, looking around this busy town.

And upwared he whispered towards the sky, word he'd not said for a very long time.

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"Peace on earth and goodwill to all men, and to all a good night.

* please forgive me if the poetry is not perfect, but I think the sentiment is just right.

"The Christmas Stocking Affair" by Roselight for day 12 of the 12 days of Christmas

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Due to technical difficulties Rose hasn't been able to post her contribution to Section VII for the 12 Days of Christmas. So at her behest, I'm posting a link for her. It's a fun piece of fiction that only our Roselight can deliver with such panache. Hope you enjoy her story! Let her know and leave a comment here! She'll really appreciate it!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6562026/1/The-Christmas-Stocking-Affair

                                 

The Twelve Days, Day 12 for the 12 Days of Christmas

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The last chapter of this 12 day odyssey.  Let me take this opportunity to wish all of you a Merry Christmas, and thank you for joining us here at Section VII for The 12 Days of Christmas event.
If you missed my story you can find the beginning here.
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Day 12

In the past two weeks Napoleon and Illya had traveled from New York to Nova Scotia, down to Oklahoma, back to New York and then to Montreal. They had been hijacked and stuck in a cell, taken in by Ukrainian immigrants and fed pierogis and poppy seed cake.

The two agents had seen a place named Swan Lake and then come back to New York and gone to the ballet. The Nutcracker had turned into more Thrush intrigue when they were picked up by two female Thrushies. Fortunately, the women were no match for the intrepid duo, who were able get the upper hand, quite literally, and save the evening from total ruin.

After escorting a Chinese Thrush defector to Montreal, the handsome UNCLE men were once again picked up by enemy agents, but saved eventually by a bagpipe and a timely getaway in a red Jag.

And now it was Christmas Eve. No phone calls had come in to alert them that Mr. Waverly wanted them to report to his office. Both Illya and Napoleon were at their desks, not any the worse for considerable wear, and looking forward to having the next day off. For the first time in a couple of years, Illya did not volunteer to work the holiday, deciding to leaving it to newer agents who would profit from the experience. Call it sacrifice with purpose.

( Day 12 - Merry Christmas... )

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Twelve Days of Christmas: Christmas Shopping, Part III, A Sugar & Spies Tale

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Christmas Shopping, Part III

The link takes you to AO3.

Twelve Days of Christmas, MFU style - Twelfth Day

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"You know, I'm rather sad to see this all come to an end, but here you go, darlings."

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Last minute for the tree

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My image editor crapped out on me, so I beg your indulgance in using an image from a previous Christmas tale of mine - and still the prettiest doll that I believe that I have ever seen.  The Snow Maiden - granddaughter of Ded Moroz.