Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the hideaway
Not a creature was stirring, not even Leone.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Esdeath would soon be there.
The assassins were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And Lubbock in his 'kercheif, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects bellow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Jaeger.
With a tall, blue haired driver, with well-endowed breasts.
I knew in a moment it must be Esdeath.
More rapid than danger beasts her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now Seryuu! Now Stylish! Now Kurome and Waven!
On Daidara! On Liver! On Rundolph and Bolszen!
To the top of the fort! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As heads that before Akame fly,
When they meet Murasame, mount to the sky.
So up to the fort top the Jaegers they flew,
With a sleigh full of Teigu, and St Esdeath too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney came St Esdeath with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Teigu she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler, just opening her pack.
Her eyes, how they twinkled! Her dimpled how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lips like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And her flawless skin was as white as the snow.
The hilt of her blade she held tight by her side,
And her Teigu mark showed 'bove her cleavage with pride.
She had a cute face, and big supple breasts,
That shook when she laughed, Lubbock thought that was the best!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose.
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"