T'was the night before X-mas when inside the Phantomhive estate,
A young Earl was stirring, though the hour was quite late.
He had crept to his stocking, hung by the chimney with care
Curious if the so called "St. Nicholas" had been there
The servants were nestled, all snug in their beds,
Save for a certain butler whom down the hallway he treads
Said butler discovered his master with his slippers and cap
Sitting cozily by the fire place, hands folded in his lap.
"Bocchan, it is late; off to bed." the man chided.
"Which one of us is the Master here?" said Bocchan reminded.
The man gave a bow, bent down at the waist,
Then to the kitchen and back, retrieving warm milk with haste.
"May I ask why you are awake at this hour?" he inquired
The master informed him that meeting Santa is what he desired.
"You see, Sebastian," he began, taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm curious if it's possible for him to do it all in a wink.
"It seems too unlikely that any one accept you
Could do all the things this round man claims to do."
When up on the rooftop, arose such a clatter,
Sebastian, silverware ready, sought out what was the matter.
Down through the chimney, in a flurry of red
A shinigami did come, a 'Santa' hat on his head.
"Greetings!" he bleated "has Santa come yet?
"That old elf is probably running quite late, I bet.
"And just for the occasion, I've brought gifts that are quite phat,
"A lovely red box for my Sebby, and a little blue box for the brat,"
The two took the boxes, unsure what ever to do.
After all, anyone would be suspicious of what would ensue.
The red box contained home made coupons and a dove
For free kisses and hugs from the shinigami with love
While in the blue box, on a small slip of paper
Promised the young lord one, no charge favor
"How thoughtful," the butler murmured, hands on his hips.
"Use them any time you like," Grell winked with pursed cherry lips.
And with a wink and a farewell-call did the death god go,
Back up the chimney, leaving behind only snow.
Soon after, the butler tucked his little lord in for the night
Wished him sweet dreams and blew out the light
"Sebastian, I have an order," The earl yawned in bed
"Yes, my lord?" he asked with mild dread.
"Use your gift before next year." He said with a grin.
The butler complied, though frowned from within.
He whispered as he left, though it didn't feel quite right.
"Merry Christmas Bocchan, and to you a good night."