Twas the night before Christmas
And all through Otori
Not a creature was stirring
Except for in this story
The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Dios soon would be there
The Duelists were nestled
all snug in their beds
While visions of the Rose Bride
danced in their heads
And Anthy in a nightie
And Akio in not even a cap
Had just settled down
for nothing close to a nap
When out in the arena
there arose such a clatter
Akio sprang from his position
to see what was the matter
Away to the arena
He flew like a flash
Charged up the stairs
Faster than a dash
The moon on the faces of the roses new-bloomed
Made the arena seem lusher than even Akio's room
When what to his wondering eyes should appear
But the outline of a god which wasn't very clear
With a stature so slim, a deameanor so small
He knew at once it was Dios about to fall
More rapid than eagles, Akio leapt to his aid
And he spoke softly, knowing he had it made
"Are you all right? You must be hurt at least a little."
Dios should've known never to trust a man
With naught but a sheet around his middle
As rose petals that after a duel is won fly
Akio swept Dios away
To "the" car with a sway
Into the passenger side Dios went
With Akio driving
Oh he would be spent
And then in a twinkling
Dios was without clothes
The outfit was gone
You know how the rest goes
As Dios drew in a breath at the shock of his bare skin
Akio let out a laugh, slightly drowned out by the engine's din
Akio wasn't dressed either, slick and sexy from head to toe
And he whispered to the boy-god "for you, I'll go slow"
A bundle of sex toys he brought out from the back
As he parked the car with skill others lacked
His eyes-how they sparkled! At the prospect so naughty
His cheekbones, up high, like another part of his body
His naughty little mouth drawn up in a smirk
And before they could turn around they heard "you jerk!"
And rose petals encircled Anthy like a vine
"How dare you touch Dios! You should know he's mine!"
And Akio stepped back, he didn't think to fear
"But Anthy, I thought I was your Ouji-sama, my dear"
She took one look at her brother
and at the boy she held dear
And realised realised the two
Should never be near
And with the raising of her hand
And a tilt of her head
Gave Akio to know
He had everything to dread
She spoke not a word
But went straight to her work
Made meatloaf out of Akio
And turned with a jerk
"Dios my dear, you are now mine to keep"
"Now Anthy" he said
"lets give presents while the Duelists sleep"
They sprang to Otori and thus the stockings were stuffed
The swords were all polished, and shoes were buffed
And then they were gone in the blink of an eye
To Anthy's bedroom, for some sleep by and by
But they were heard to say as they ran out of sight
"Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night."
And all through Otori
Not a creature was stirring
Except for in this story
The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Dios soon would be there
The Duelists were nestled
all snug in their beds
While visions of the Rose Bride
danced in their heads
And Anthy in a nightie
And Akio in not even a cap
Had just settled down
for nothing close to a nap
When out in the arena
there arose such a clatter
Akio sprang from his position
to see what was the matter
Away to the arena
He flew like a flash
Charged up the stairs
Faster than a dash
The moon on the faces of the roses new-bloomed
Made the arena seem lusher than even Akio's room
When what to his wondering eyes should appear
But the outline of a god which wasn't very clear
With a stature so slim, a deameanor so small
He knew at once it was Dios about to fall
More rapid than eagles, Akio leapt to his aid
And he spoke softly, knowing he had it made
"Are you all right? You must be hurt at least a little."
Dios should've known never to trust a man
With naught but a sheet around his middle
As rose petals that after a duel is won fly
Akio swept Dios away
To "the" car with a sway
Into the passenger side Dios went
With Akio driving
Oh he would be spent
And then in a twinkling
Dios was without clothes
The outfit was gone
You know how the rest goes
As Dios drew in a breath at the shock of his bare skin
Akio let out a laugh, slightly drowned out by the engine's din
Akio wasn't dressed either, slick and sexy from head to toe
And he whispered to the boy-god "for you, I'll go slow"
A bundle of sex toys he brought out from the back
As he parked the car with skill others lacked
His eyes-how they sparkled! At the prospect so naughty
His cheekbones, up high, like another part of his body
His naughty little mouth drawn up in a smirk
And before they could turn around they heard "you jerk!"
And rose petals encircled Anthy like a vine
"How dare you touch Dios! You should know he's mine!"
And Akio stepped back, he didn't think to fear
"But Anthy, I thought I was your Ouji-sama, my dear"
She took one look at her brother
and at the boy she held dear
And realised realised the two
Should never be near
And with the raising of her hand
And a tilt of her head
Gave Akio to know
He had everything to dread
She spoke not a word
But went straight to her work
Made meatloaf out of Akio
And turned with a jerk
"Dios my dear, you are now mine to keep"
"Now Anthy" he said
"lets give presents while the Duelists sleep"
They sprang to Otori and thus the stockings were stuffed
The swords were all polished, and shoes were buffed
And then they were gone in the blink of an eye
To Anthy's bedroom, for some sleep by and by
But they were heard to say as they ran out of sight
"Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night."