Twas a night before Christmas was written by Clement Clarke Moore and Baccano was written by Ryogo Narita. I own non of it.
Twas a Prochainezo's Night Before Christmas
Was a night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mou-
"Ouch!" yelped Firo, holding up his hand. It had a mousetrap hanging off the side of his hand. Czeslaw watched him take the trap off and the red mark fade away as if it was never there.
Er, well, the stocking were hung by the...heater with care, they don't have a chimney I guess' in hopes that St. Nickolas soon would be there.
Soon Czeslaw was nestled all snug is his bed, while visions of sugar-plums danced in his head.
"Um," Czes mumbled in his sleep, "...mister, kill those people for me please..."
Whoa! uh...Ennis is her night dress and Firo in a cap, had just settled their brains for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter, Firo sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he 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 below. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny...reindeer?
Wait, I think those things might be dogs or something.
With two little drivers, a man or woman, lively and quick, he knew in a moment it much be St. Nick's...replacement. More rapid than eagles, their courers they came, and one whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Nixen!" "Shut up, you idiot!" Came a voice from far away. "On, Comet! On Cupid!" On Donner and Blitzen!" he continued without a care for that person at bay, "To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly. When they met with an obstacle, he lifted the mount fight. So up the stair they flew, with the sleigh full of toys and St Nicholas'... replacements too.
And then, in a twinkling, Firo heard by the door, the same voice that he had heard before. As he drew in his head, and turning around, though the window the St. Nicholas' came with a bound.
They were dressed all in fur, from their heads to foot, and their clothes were all tarnished with mud and soot.
...For some reason. Firo had to wonder what sort of shenanigans they got into.
Each had a bundle of toys flung on their backs, and they looked like peddlers, just opening their pachs.
Their eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples, how marry! Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry! Her cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard, which was obviously fake, on his chin was as white as snow.
The stump of a pipe, each held tight in their teeth, and the smoke, it encircled their heads like a wreath. He ha a broad face and a fake round belly, that, if it as real, would have shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
They were both happy, right jolly like an elf, and Firo laughed when he saw them, in spite of himself! A wink of 'Santa's' eye and a twist of they heads, Firo had long ago realized he had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word, but then st-"Firo!" the replacement Santa shouted.
Oh, come on guys, "Hey Isaac, Miria." Firo smiled at them. "What are you doing?" Both Santa's took a pose and Isaac said, "We can't let little Czes stop believing in Santa, so we've come to help." Don't worry!" said Miria, mimicking his movements. Firo rolled his eyes and when back to bed saying, "Leave through the door, and lock it before you leave. 'Night."
When everything was done, they sprang into their sleigh, to the team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down at a thistle. But everyone in the house heard Isaac exclaim, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"