Author's note: I do not own Fawful or related characters, and I do not own the poem "A Visit from Saint Nick".
It Was Being the Night
It was being the night before the Xmas, and all through the castle
All of the Peach's fink-rat guests had the creation of a hassle!
What with their party of stupidness on the holiday eve
I, Fawful, had the thinking that they would never have their leave!
"I have readiness for sleeping; you can have waiting until tomorrow"
Is what I am shouting, but it brings me such sorrow
That the red and green 'staches put their popularity in an oven to bake,
While Fawful's heart yields only the hardness of a Beanfruitcake
That has sitting for one hundred years in a sadness freezer,
But I have the name Fawful, and not Ebenezer!
When I had youthfulness, as Fawful can remember,
I had giddiness like a baby Yoshi with the approaching of December
I had the cuteness on my door with a smiling wreath,
And come Xmas day with that tree, presents have the presence underneath!
Like a squirrel in a tasty nuthouse I had opening gifts posthaste,
Uncovering such treasures like mustard-flavored toothpaste!
Even later I had showing the Great Cackletta my care
Stuffing her stocking of gratitude with a rocket armchair
Yes, I once had believing of this day to have magic
But my life took turns with the broken steering wheel of the tragic
Death had calling, and Cackletta had the picking up of the phone,
So with suddenness Fawful had the finding of himself alone.
Now I have nothingness for this beloved day
My sack of hopes had flying off in a plumber-driven sleigh
But I crossed the bridge of fairness and had paying of the whole toll:
My master did not have saving, so I have only the deservingness for coal
But back at the present, where my presents are naught,
The noisiness upstairs continues, and my fury is becoming hot
Midnight has approaching and my rage cucumber grows ripe,
But with surprisingness someone comes down a warp pipe
He wears an unmistakable set of red clothes,
And his cheeks of red rosiness have the surrounding of his nose
A sack of mashed potatoes could have replacing of his great tummy,
And his trademark boots had the looking of the crummy.
His great belly-laugh filled the castle basement with cheer
Until I, Fawful, had yelling "Mario, what do you have doing here?
First your sledgehammer of a party has smashing the quiet,
Then you have showing yourself? I am wanting to riot!
Have leaving right now, and I am not saying this twice.
Let us have an ending of this meeting between naughty and nice!"
Then with astonishment, the Mario whipped out a sack
I had sureness that he was wanting to give me a smack!
"Calm down, Fawful," he had saying, "It's a happy time of year
I only wanted to share with you some Xmas cheer
You gone quite a long time without being bad
So I whipped up this gift, with some help from E. Gadd."
When he had showing my gift, I almost had fainting,
For I had seeing before me the beautifulness of a painting
It had tingling of the senses like the zingy Italian bacon called pancetta
For before me was a portrait of my beloved Great Cackletta.
It was seeming a light bulb of happiness lit my badge stall
As I had taking the painting and hung it with carefulness on the wall
I almost had the considering thanking the plumber
For slicing off a small piece of my rage cucumber
And letting it get pickled in holiday brine
But the Mario had vanished without the leaving of a sign
By midnight there was leaving of every party guest
So I had the relief that I would be having rest
I had getting into bed with the wearing of my nightgown
While from my wall the visage of my master had looking down
Perhaps this gift will have giving me back the courageousness to fight …
But for now, I am saying, "An Xmas of merriness to all, and to all a good night!"
