RaegalTBoggart

T'was the Night Before Winters T'was the night before Winters and all through the house there was a boggart stirring, about the size of a mouse. He creeped in the dark on the tips of his toes, the only thing visible, the white of his nose. Big boxes he saw beneath a tall tree were presents, he guessed, as he giggled with glee. "To Otto, from Bismark" he read on one box, t'was a gift for a raccoon from a tall fennec fox. Wrapped up with paper, some great gift it did hide, the boggart grinned widely, "Let's see what's inside!" Just then, a soft noise pierced through the room, they were the footsteps of Otto, a sleepy raccoon. He opened t