Blogfestivus is a creative writing challenge issued by that tricksy elf Blogdramedy. Twelve days of 144-word stories based on the popular “Twelve Days of Christmas” song. Day Seven is “seven swans a swimming”.
Schloss
The cold Munich night had bloomed into a bright Christmas Eve day. The clear skies brought people to Nymphenburg to walk along its broad, graveled paths. Bundled families discussed the upcoming holiday, runners burned some calories, and young couples strolled arm in arm.
“You’d think they’d find someplace warmer,” Petra observed, gesturing at the massive swans that plied the water in the reflecting pool.
“Perhaps,” suggested Matthias, “but I think they get fed too many treats to want to leave.”
Swans at Nymphenburg
“Did you bring any special treats today?” she asked feigning innocence, having seen him stash a small box in his coat pocket. She’d realized he’d ask her at Christmastime, he was so sentimental.
“Perhaps…” he lingered over the word this time, finally bringing the box into the light.
She blinked into the winter sun, but it wasn’t the cold that brought tears to her eyes.
Stevil 
*Blink blink* Tears. :)
Stevil’s heart grew three times that day.
Aaaaw. Very nice, Steve. By the way, I read it while listening to Renaissance in the background. It fits nicely, actually.
Thanks LD — hah, well is was written with Renaissance in the background, so that’s good! :)
Well…just look who’s getting all romantic. :-)
Are the maids and ladies going to be jealous?
I know — well, it had started out to be all angsty, but for some reason right at the end, I decided to go nice.
Don’t expect it in the future!
Steve, you are going to send us all into diabetic comas.
Your pancreas needs a workout, Budd… :)
My first thought was that he was going to pull a gun and shoot her… I have to start reading some romance novels!
Nice one btw…
LG — I’m trying my damndest to keep the Christmas Spirit around here! :)
almost makes me want to write the 12 days as horror stories. That might be interesting.
Budd — there’s always next year!! Speaking of which, I added Thankskilling to my netflix queue — now I just have to wait until the Beloved isn’t around. For some reason, she doesn’t want to watch it.
Aw! This is so sweet! Again. You’re really making me look like a psychopath.
If this keeps up, I’m going to lose the evil in Stevil.