Dear Nicholas,

Then 12/28,
A time of fate,
When Nicholas
A vampire was
Turned into.

T'was 12/28,
When LaCroix sate
His terr'ble need
To make his feed
a new childe.

This 12/28,
Near year ends gate,
May all rejoice
In one full voice
Forever.

Happy Conversion Day, Nicholas.

Yes, I know you rue it now,
as you drink your glass of cow,
but remember it not always was,
there were times it was a plus.
Sickness, death, and injury,
cannot touch the likes of thee.
History in all its scope;
why dear Nicholas should you mope?
Sins? Oh, yes, but what are these,
when in remorse bent your knees?
Greater acts than saints you've done,
while from LaCroix on the run.

May you celebrate (or mope) through many more.

Love,
Kyer, your loyal Squirette