This is a short, (hopefully) sweet, and not-at-all serious look at what the Strawhats do for Christmas. Poetry fans, please look away; here there be meter destruction and misuse of amphibrach. Sorry.

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the ship
Not a mainsail was blowing
Not one single rip.

Their navigator, Nami,
Soon kenned to the cause;
While they weren't in the Calm Belt
It still gave her pause:

"We're being pulled in
By a current that's growing
So unless you like swimming
I'd suggest you start rowing."

The crew let out groans,
Save for one 'Mellorine';
While the Strawhats could row,
Well, let's say they weren't keen.

The Sunny, you see,
Is a Brigantine Sloop;
There's not much can shift it
Aside from a Coup.

Still, it had to be done,
So they trudged belowdecks,
Feeling already
Stiff arms and sore necks.

(Here you may ask,
"Hey, wait a sec, pudge!
The Sunny is huge!
No way it would budge!"

I'll let Kuma answer:
'It is a big ship.
If you could go anywhere…
Well, just have a nice trip.')

So anyway, the Strawhats
All strained themselves rowing,
And soon out of the current
The Sunny was going.

Crisis averted,
The Strawhats returned
To up-too-late projects
And bedsheets unturned.

But one, the musician,

Remembered the date;
In his warm (bony) heart
He hoped it wasn't too late.

You'd be shocked at the cash
One can make on the street
If one's fiddle is nimble
And one's fingers are fleet;

It'd been a small stretch,
But he'd found something nice
For each one of his nakama,
No matter the price.

And now it was time
To put plans into action.
Brook sneaked all around
In quite skeletal fashion.

By Luffy he placed
A small spyglass, of bronze;
For Sanji, a cookbook
By a chef, name of Wanze.

By Usopp's bunk Brook
Left a new journal and pen
So that Great Captain Usopp
Might set sail again.

At Chopper's bedside
He left boxes of sweets;
About twice the boy's weight
In sugary treats.

A sword maintenance kit:
To Zoro it went;
About fifty years old,
But the time was well-spent.

For Franky, a new type
Of cola was left;
With more bubbles, it packed
Quite a large bit more heft.

With the men taken care of,
That left only two;
But here Brook faced a problem
Of just what to do.

"It just isn't polite,
Not with ladies abed,
To go sneaking around,"
The tall skeleton said.

So he wouldn't go in;
He'd just knock on the door
Put the gifts just inside
Then come back to this floor.

Though a simple, short plan,
It was done with panache;
A quiet 'Sumimasen'
And a quick downstairs dash.

It hadn't been hard
To find Nami's gold sextant;
Robin's new book moreso,
Since there was only one extant.

With the gift-giving finished,
Every wrapped present placed,
Brook snuck back into bed
With a smile on his skull. (Yohohoho.)

As the sun rose next morning,
Luffy woke with a shout:
"Alright everyone! Up!
Get out of bed! Out!"

Brook woke with surprise
To feel weight on his chest:
Several crudely-wrapped boxes
And around them, a vest.

"Everyone – you –you all – you –
You got these for me?"
Brook asked, suddenly finding it
Quite hard to see.

"You're our nakama, Brook!"
Chopper chirped; Usopp, too.
"You got presents for us;
We got presents for you!"

It seemed all the Strawhats
Had snuck out that night
Leaving presents behind them
And in one case a fight.

So under the kotatsu*
They all rushed in a flash
To open their presents
(Nami mostly got cash).

As Brook sat, legs entangled
With a shiny new hat on,
A thought crossed his mind
That he often had that** on.

It wasn't about
The new things or the clothes;
The exquisite food; no, rather,
As everyone knows,

It's the feeling you get,
Voices raised high in song;
Here is where we are family.
Here is where we belong.

So there we go. As I said, not serious at all, but hopefully it gave you a little bit of Warm Fuzzy at least.

* Kotatsu: A heated table used in a lot of Japanese homes. Google it; they look really comfy.

** I meant for this to be read as 'thhat', like an improper form of 'thought'. Not 'that', as in 'that over there'.