‘Twas the night before Christmas when came over knoll Seven men hauling haversacks weighted with coal. Their journey was labored, the start came by scythe- A car crash, an illness, a fall from great height.
At first I gave only a crumb. The raven swallowed and returned the next day bearing a solitary teardrop pearl. Next a diamond ring, purchased with a disc of deli meat. The following day it appeared larger, keener.