Long, long ago, in a town near the sea, there lived a fair maiden, pretty, kind, and cute was he. I caled him a girl - he's not-so clearly a male - but you won't see why in this glorious tale. 'Twas the night before, well, his "holiday season". Nothing was happening, and all for one reason. He had never had an actual holiday; fake presents made by himself, and so there they would stay. Under the tree, in his room, all nice and tidy, but feelings of regret still would loom. "This year it'll change..." or so he thought, and I must admit, he thought it a lot. The presents he bought, and put under the tree, were sitting there, most beautifully. (And of course they went to Kanda, Lavi and Lenalee.) He went to bed at his usual time, after drinking a juice made mainly of lime. During the time that he was snoozing, Cross could be found out somewhere boozing. Of course, it's such a funny word, but all-in-all, it means drinking so much it's obsurd. Now back to Allen, who was still sleeping, and when he rolled over, it was peace he was keeping. But when he woke up, to his surprise, there were presents for him, right under his eyes! He jumped, and he smiled, and he screamed out in joy; his friends' kind gestures made him a happy boy. Some were from Lavi, one from Kanda, and a few from Lenalee, but the twelve from Tyki were the weirdest to see. "One for each day of Christmas, as it goes in that song." And it turns out they'd been planning this event all along. And so, the boy stayed there that Christmas, and many more, because being with friends is never a chore.

The End.

A short Christmas story. All. In. Rhyme. This will probably not be the only thing I write for Christmas, but... just in case... I hope you enjoyed this little number, and I hope you enjoy your holiday season, no matter what you celebrate. This is for Mary-J, who is very dear to me.

With warmth and happy feelings,
Missus Ann.