Author's Notes: So, I'm actually currently doing a Christmas project that's a bit bigger than this. (I won't tell you what, though. It's a surprise!) Anyway, this is just a little something I thought up today, and I thought I'd type it up and post it. Why not?
Disclaimer: I own no part of Storm Hawks. "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" isn't copyrighted, but I'm not the genius who came up with it.
Storm Hawks—God Rest Ye Merry, Atmos
By WhispertheWolf
To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen":
God rest ye merry, Atmos.
May nothing you dismay.
Remember the Storm Hawks
Had victory on this day
To save us all from Cyclonis's power
When things had gone her way.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
From a little, lonely terra,
Five young orphans came
And unto certain terras
Brought tidings of the same,
How we could beat Cyclonia,
And they were Storm Hawks by name.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
The squadrons of those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind
And left their terras defenseless
In tempest, storm, and wind
And went straight away to Cyclonia,
The young empress to find.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
But when they came to Cyclonia
Where their enemies lay,
They found that the battle
Had really gone astray.
Aerrow was calling, "Fall back!"
And this was not the day.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
When next they were together,
They escaped from their prison place,
And all squadrons joined in brotherhood,
For there were Talons to face.
This grand day they won their fight,
And then they all embraced.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.