A Steampunk Christmas
I have totally jumped on the Steampunk bandwagon, or should I say horse-drawn carriage. So during the week of Christmas I have taken my electronic feather-pen out to offer a new twist on an old classic. And yes, I put together the background too with a little tracing and sketching.

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A Steampunk Christmas
'Twas months before Christmas, and outside the Manor
One only heard the slap of the Great Exhibition banner
The inventions were secured to the tables with care
In hope that investors soon would be there
Mamma in her cocktail top hat and I in my frock
Were arriving home and had just turned the lock
When outside our door there arose such a clammer
I grabbed for my shooter and pulled back the hammer
When, what to my wondering monocle should appear
A steamy airship and the turn of its gears
With a little old Captain, steering brass and logs
I knew in a moment it must be Santa Cogs
He lowered his ropes and slid down one with ease
And tethered the iron bird to snow-covered trees
His clothes were all tarnished with coal dust and soot
He patted them down and stomped clean his boot
His goggles how they glistened! His dimples how deep!
But when he turned to look at us he spoke not a peep
The bit of his pipe he clenched tight with a grin
And in the Crystal Palace he proceeded within
The giant old elf came early simply to see the show
And I signaled to my wife I wanted to follow
He went to the main hall and inside the door
Were diamonds, a brooch, and the famous Koh-i-noor
The world's first voting machine and daguerreotypes
A barometer using leeches and a piano frame of iron pipes
Once Santa Cogs was done he exited to Hyde Park
Sprang to his ship and cranked it with a spark
I heard him exclaim as the moon offered its sheen
See you Christmas Eve, and God Save the Queen!
-Melissa Carter
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