‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the library
Not a creature was stirring except for Bella, the wary
The stories sat waiting on the shelves with care,
In hopes a reader would find adventure with them there;
Bella was comfortable in the cozy little nook,
Elayne said, “It’s magical and you’ll join the stories in those books”
Christmas treats appeared from mid-air,
“They came from the non-fiction section,” Elayne declared,
