T'was a quiet Christmas Eve,
And everyone was sound asleep,
Except for one candy-addicted creep,
Who had something special up his sleeve.
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The albino made his way to the kitchen,
Tiptoeing quietly through the house,
Making sure that there was not a single soul he would rouse.
Unlocking the door, he laughed softly- his feast would begin!
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Lollipops, chocolate, taffy, candy of all sorts,
That had been meant for tomorrow's meal,
Were devoured with utmost zeal.
"Now, how will Reim put this in his reports?"
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The Mad Hatter laughed with glee,
At the thought of the storm about to come,
With the rise of the morning sun,
Of his poor friend's misery.
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Stealing away in the dark,
The Child of Misfortune returned to his bed,
Awaiting the morning when everyone would be seeing red,
He even began to come up with a clever remark.
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When the sky became light,
Everyone's slumber was shattered by a piercing scream:
"Was all the candy I bought yesterday just a dream?"
They all gathered in the kitchens, except for a certain ex-knight.
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Sharon and Reim stood agape,
As Alice and Gil argued over Christmas dinner.
A cook ran by, cursing at the sinner,
"He squeezed every last bit of sugar out of this house like a grape!"
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Leaving the Raven and Rabbit to fight,
Reim and Sharon ran to Break's room and banged on the door.
"Open up now or I swear you're done for!"
The door slowly opened to reveal a man with hair snow-white.
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Break was lying on the floor,
Groaning about his feast the night before.
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"Serves you right, you sugar thief!"
Sharon threw a pillow at him,
While Reim looked on, his expression grim.
"That was all the candy we had." He said with disbelief.
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Xerxes chuckled, wiping white hair from his face,
"What did Santa bring me? A harisen?"
Reim instead threw him a pen.
"You'd better fill out the paperwork before the 92nd Retrace."