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YULLE The Gift Dragon

Yulle is a dragon who inspires caring and sharing to one and all
The Giving Viking

On Christmas Eve, high above the quiet town of Carroll, a dragon named Yulle prepares for his yearly adventures. His scales, a deep emerald green, shimmer like freshly fallen pine needles, and his eyes glow like twin lanterns in the night. Far from being one of those fearsome beasts of old tales, Yulle was known as the Gift-Giving Dragon, a legend all his own. As the midnight bell tolls, Yulle spreads his mighty wings and soars into the sky. The secret to his flight lay in the snowflakes that carry him through the night. Yulle didn’t need ordinary wings, he flew on the delicate, shimmering flakes that swirled around him like a celestial dance with the constellation Draco of the northern light. Once Yulle touches down on the rooftops with a soft hiss of snow and frost, the magic truly begins. Each puff of his smoke down the chimney brings a little gift: a toy, a book, or a sweet treat, all wrapped in sparkling ribbons of golden light. By morning, all that remain are traces of sparkling frost and the memory of Yulle, the Gift Dragon, who spreads Merry to All with every flap of his magestic wings and every puff of his magical breath.

08/09/2026

Yulle the Gift Dragon's Tropical Treasure Adventure

Summer had finally arrived, and Yulle the Gift Dragon was ready for a well-earned vacation! With his shimmering green scales sparkling in the sunshine and his ruby-red eyes twinkling with excitement, he spread his wings and flew toward a beautiful tropical island surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters. Palm trees swayed in the warm breeze as colorful flowers welcomed him to paradise.

Yulle's first stop was the breathtaking Blue Lagoon. He splashed into the cool water, laughing as schools of rainbow-colored fish darted around him. Before long, a playful pod of dolphins invited him to race across the sparkling waves. They leaped high into the air together, sending glittering sprays of water into the sunshine. Yulle even shared a few magical bubbles that floated like tiny gifts for all the sea creatures to enjoy.

The next morning, Yulle wandered into the island's lush jungle. Friendly parrots swooped through the treetops while curious monkeys swung from vine to vine. "Come with us!" they called. Holding on to sturdy jungle vines, Yulle glided through the forest canopy, laughing as the warm breeze rushed past his face. The parrots taught him cheerful island songs, and the monkeys introduced him to delicious tropical fruits that tasted sweeter than dragonberries.

As the sun began to set, Yulle climbed toward the ancient volcanoes where, according to dragon legend, his ancestors had once gathered. Deep inside a glowing crystal cave, he searched carefully among the sparkling stones. Just when he thought he had reached the end of his journey, he spotted a magnificent jewel unlike any he had ever seen—a brilliant rainbow fire gem that shimmered with every color of the sunset. The ancient dragons had left it behind for a kind-hearted descendant worthy of carrying on their legacy.
Yulle tucked the precious jewel safely into his collection, thanked the island for its wonderful adventures, and soared into the evening sky. As he flew home beneath the stars, he realized the greatest treasure wasn't the rare gem at all—it was the new friends, happy memories, and magical experiences he had gathered along the way. And somewhere beyond the clouds, Yulle knew another wonderful adventure was already waiting for him.

07/02/2026

Can't wait to see everyone tomorrow night at the V-Plex for FIREWORKS!!

06/26/2026

Yulle's Song of Freedom

When twilight paints the evening sky,
Yulle spreads his wings to fly.
His emerald scales catch every gleam,
Like fireworks bursting from a dream.
He dances through the sparkling night,
A dragon born of joy and light.
Each soaring loop, each joyful spin,
Reminds us freedom lives within.

By morning's glow, through grasses tall,
He wanders where the meadow calls.
The whispering plains sing soft and low,
As gentle summer breezes blow.
The scent of barbecue fills the air,
With neighbors gathered everywhere.
Stories, laughter, songs, and cheer,
The ones we love are gathered near.
No treasure shines as bright as these—
A loving heart, a life at ease.
For friends and family, hand in hand,
Are freedom's greatest, richest land.

So Yulle smiles with grateful eyes,
Beneath the stars and open skies.
For love costs nothing, yet it's true—
The greatest gift is shared by you.
Give laughter freely, let kindness grow,
Like rivers wide that always flow.
For every heart that love has found,
Makes freedom's song the sweetest sound.

06/21/2026

YULLE and the Ember Memories...

Long before Yulle became known as the Gift Dragon, he was a little green dragon with shimmering scales and bright ruby eyes. By his side was his father, a mighty red dragon with gleaming red eyes just like Yulle's. They spent their days together playing all kinds of sports in the meadow. They tossed pinecones like footballs, raced through obstacle courses, and laughed whenever Yulle tumbled into a pile of leaves.
On warm afternoons, the father and son would walk to the sparkling lake with their fishing poles. They sat quietly on the dock, watching dragonflies dance across the water. Sometimes they caught fish, and sometimes they didn't, but Yulle learned that the best part of fishing was simply being together.
When the sun began to set, they loved riding their go-carts along winding forest paths. Yulle always tried to beat his father to the finish line, but his dad would slow down just enough to let him win every now and then. Their laughter echoed through the trees like happy music.
At the end of each adventure, they would sit beside a crackling campfire with cold drinks in their claws. The red dragon would tell stories while sparks floated up to meet the stars. Those simple evenings filled Yulle's heart with warmth, and even now, whenever he sees a campfire glow, he remembers his father and the wonderful memories they made together.

06/07/2026

Sorry I haven't been socializing and shopping around town lately....
I've been under the weather S-I-C-K!
And not just from the rain YUCK! (my mom, Barbara Myers-Eller, is sick too; I think she gave me a cold!)
But the yuck that had me going to the Dr's @ Rolling Wrenches Mobile Mechanics
I know they'll get me feeling all better soon and in tip-top shape because I have BIG plans for partying with all my friends soon!
I will be at the V-Plex on July 3rd for fireworks and fun, and then back out on the Lazy River Rentals on the 4th for even more family FUN!!! Look out, cuz I'll be dressed out in all my American Glory!!!!

05/17/2026

YULLE and the Lazy River of Peaceful Paths

Far beyond the bustle of crowded kingdoms and noisy markets, there flowed a winding river called The Lazy River, kissed by sunlight and framed by willow trees. Along its gentle waters traveled Yulle the Gift Dragon — the shimmering green dragon with ruby-red eyes and a smile warm enough to calm storms.
But this was not the same Yulle of old adventures.
Yulle had embraced the ways of peace, love, and light. Around his neck hung strands of colorful beads and flowers woven by woodland friends. Tiny bells chimed softly from his tail as he drifted lazily upon a hand-carved raft painted with swirling rainbows and suns. Wherever Yulle traveled, music followed — soft drums, wooden flutes, and songs sung from the heart.
Joining him were his dearest companions, The Giving Vikings — Vince with his braided silver beard and Barbara with her flowing salt-and-pepper hair decorated in wildflowers. Though Vikings by name, they carried kindness greater than any sword. Together they floated down The Lazy River with otters, rabbits, turtles, and bluebirds perched happily nearby.
The river was alive with wonder.
Towering herons glided over the water like spirits of the sky. Bright kingfishers darted through the air in flashes of sapphire and orange. Smooth stones beneath the clear water shimmered like hidden treasure while dragonflies danced above the reeds in sparkling clouds of emerald and gold.
And everywhere along the banks of The Lazy River, nature sang.
Yulle stretched his great green wings and laughed as cool water splashed across his scales.
“This water feels wonderful!” he cheered. “Like The Lazy River itself is giving hugs!”
The woodland creatures giggled while floating beside him on lily-pad rafts and driftwood boats.
But farther downstream, the peaceful music suddenly changed.
A frightened cry echoed across the river.
Near a sandy bend, several children swimming in the shallows had spotted a large snake sunning itself upon a warm rock. The serpent raised its head, curious but calm, while the children splashed backward in fear.
“Snake!” one child shouted.
The little group huddled together nervously as parents rushed toward the shore.
Yulle gently guided his raft closer while Vince and Barbara paddled beside him. The great dragon looked carefully at the snake and smiled softly.
“She’s frightened too,” Yulle said quietly. “This is her home along The Lazy River as much as ours.”
Barbara knelt beside the children and spoke kindly. “Not every creature wishes harm,” she explained. “Sometimes fear grows bigger than the moment itself.”
Vince carefully tapped his drum in a slow peaceful rhythm while Yulle sat beside the riverbank, calm as moonlight. The snake slowly slithered away into the tall grass, disappearing peacefully among the reeds.
The children watched in amazement.
“You weren’t scared?” one asked.
Yulle chuckled warmly, smoke drifting from his nose in the shape of little peace signs and flowers.
“Nature teaches us balance,” he said. “Birds fly, rivers flow, snakes slither, and friends help one another feel safe.”
Soon the children were laughing again, floating peacefully in The Lazy River while Vince played cheerful music and Barbara handed out flower crowns woven from clover blossoms. Even the nervousness melted away beneath the warm afternoon sun.
As evening arrived, The Lazy River glowed gold and lavender beneath the setting sky. Lantern bugs twinkled among the trees while Yulle and his friends rested beside a driftwood fire. Music drifted softly into the night as everyone shared stories, fruit, and laughter.
Yulle gazed across the peaceful water and smiled.
The Lazy River had carried more than rafts that day.
It had carried kindness.
And under the glowing stars, with music in the air and friendship all around, Yulle knew the greatest adventure was not treasure or glory —
but helping others feel safe enough to enjoy the beauty of the world beside him.

05/09/2026

YULLE and the Garden of Remembering.....

YULLE the Gift Dragon flew soft through the sky,
With mist in his ruby-red dragon eyes.
His emerald scales shimmered under the sun,
But this time of year felt heavy, not fun.
For long ago, in the bloom-filled spring,
His mother had folded her soft pink wings.
A dragon of blossoms, petals, and light,
Who hummed to the roses from morning till night.
She planted sweet marigolds, lilacs, and thyme,
And told little YULLE, “Love grows over time.”
Together they watered the gardens at dawn,
While butterflies danced on the dew-covered lawn.
She wore flower crowns woven fragrant and fair,
With petals caught gently in cotton-candy hair.
And wherever she wandered, the meadows would glow,
For kindness, like gardens, will always still grow.
Now each passing year, when the spring breezes call,
YULLE returns to the old garden wall.
He carries small seeds in a velvet blue sack,
And whispers soft stories while planting them back.
He plants yellow daisies for laughter once shared,
White lilies for moments she showed how she cared.
Pink roses for hugs that still warm him inside,
And violets for tears he no longer must hide.
The woodland creatures all gather nearby,
As petals drift slowly like stars from the sky.
And though YULLE still misses his mother each day,
He feels her beside him in every bouquet.
For love does not vanish like smoke in the air,
It blooms in the gardens we patiently share.
And YULLE the Gift Dragon softly still knows:
His mother lives on everywhere flowers grow.

04/10/2026

YULLE & the GIVING VIKINGS...

Hear now, and gather close, for this is a tale sung in the mead halls of old—a saga of wind and wing, of laughter and gift-giving, of YULLE the Dragon and the Vikings who call him friend.
In an age when frost still kissed the mountaintops and longships carved their names into restless seas, there lived a dragon of emerald shimmer and ruby gaze—YULLE, the Gift Dragon. Not a beast of fire and fury was he, but a bringer of joy, a keeper of treasures given freely from heart to heart.
One golden morning, with the sun rising like a burnished shield, YULLE stretched his great wings and took to the sky. His destination: the Faire—a place of merriment, music, and wonders beyond counting. His scales caught the light as he soared, a streak of green across the heavens, bound for laughter and fellowship.
Below, at the gates of the Faire, stood two mighty figures known across the lands as The Giving Vikings—Vince and Barbara, bound not only by marriage but by spirit. Vince, strong as oak and warm as firelight, and Barbara, wise and radiant, with a heart as boundless as the sea. Together they gave not for glory, but for the joy of it—the purest kind of magic.
“YULLE!” they called as the dragon descended in a graceful spiral, landing with a soft thrum of earth beneath him.
“My friends!” YULLE rumbled, his voice like distant thunder wrapped in velvet.
They embraced as only true companions can—without hesitation, without need for words.
Into the Faire they went, a trio most curious and grand. The air was alive with the scent of roasted meats, sweet pastries, and spiced c***r. Colorful banners danced in the breeze, and laughter rang like bells.
They wandered among the shops, where artisans displayed treasures of wood and iron, glass and gold. YULLE marveled at each trinket, his ruby eyes gleaming with delight. A carved pendant here, a shimmering bauble there—each one a story waiting to be told.
Then came the feast.
Ah, the feast!
From a roaring hearth was brought forth a turkey leg of such size and perfection that even the stoutest Viking paused in awe. It was placed before YULLE, who regarded it with great reverence.
“A meal fit for dragonkind,” Vince declared.
“And seasoned with joy,” added Barbara.
With a pleased huff, YULLE took a great bite, savoring every morsel. The skin was crisp, the meat tender beyond words. He gave a contented rumble that shook nearby mugs.
And what is a feast without drink?
They raised their cups high—Vikings and dragon alike—and drank deep of golden mead, rich and sweet, the ancient brew of celebration. YULLE exhaled a small puff of smoke in delight, curling into the air like a blessing.
As day turned to dusk, the Faire grew ever more wondrous. They watched performers dance with fire and steel, heard songs that stirred the soul, and laughed until their sides ached. Music filled the night, drums echoing like heartbeats, fiddles singing tales of old.
Before the stars claimed the sky, gifts were given.
From Vince, a finely forged charm—strong and steady, like his spirit.
From Barbara, a delicate token imbued with kindness, its beauty matched only by the love behind it.
YULLE accepted each with great care, adding them to his treasured collection—not for their worth in gold, but for the stories they carried.
And so the night ended beneath a sky of endless stars.
YULLE spread his wings once more, the glow of the Faire reflected in his eyes. He looked to his friends, his heart full beyond measure.
“Until we meet again,” he said.
“Fly true,” Vince replied.
“And never forget,” Barbara smiled, “the greatest gift is the one freely given.”
With that, YULLE took to the sky, carrying with him not just trinkets and treasures—but laughter, friendship, and the spirit of the Giving Vikings.
And it is said, if you listen closely when the wind is just right, you may still hear the echo of his wings… and the distant song of a Faire that never truly ends.

04/05/2026

The Giving Vikings and myself had an amazing time in Temple yesterday at the Easter Egg event.
So MANY smiles...and just as many BUBBLES!

Feel free to tag your family in any of these photos.
We hope we brought some joy into your day...and many more to come.

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