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Base on THE NIGHT
BEFORE CHRISTMAS by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night
before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was
stirring, not even a mouse;
The narrator stop to see a small pink ball with ears hopping. "I said not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;"
"Well I'm not a mouse," the pink ball said, "I'm a Koromon. I'm not stirring; I'm not hopping."
"Why are you up?" the narrator asked.
"Someone left cookies and going to get them," Koromon said.
"Koromon," Tai said walking from the bedroom, "You had a hard fight today so rest."
"I'll start once more," the narrator said.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
the narrator stop when a feline prowl into the room. "What are you doing?"
"I heard a mouse," the feline said, "so I'm hunting it."
"There are no mouse," the narrator said.
"Gatomon," Tai said picking up the feline as well.
The stockings
were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon
would be there;
The narrator look at the stockings. One was on top, one up side down, and one was stab in the middle.
"We were in a rush,"
Tai said. The children were nestled all snug in their beds
,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
the narrator look at the only one sleeping that was under eighteen. A though bubble appeared above the girl. In it two ninjas fought. "What," the narrator yelled waking Kari up.
"Sugar-plums are boring," Kari said.
Had just settled down for a long
winter's nap,
And mamma in her
'kerchief, and I in my cap,
The narrator look around for the two only to find them missing. "They couldn't come," Tai said.
"Someone need to settle down for a long winter nap," the narrator said.
"Fine, everyone to your beds," Tai said, "Just don't get to comfortable we need to sprang from the bed soon."
I sprang from the bed to see
what was the matter.
When out on the
lawn there arose such a clatter,
"What did I tell you," Tai said climbing out of his bed.
Tore open the shutters and threw
up the sash.
Away to the
window I flew like a flash,
A ripping sound filled
the room. "I tore them," Gatomon said dropping the remains of the
shutter, "What a sash?" The moon on the breast of the
new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects
below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
"I don't see anything," Kari said.
With a little old driver, so
lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
But a miniature
sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
"I thought he was old Gennai," Koromon said.
And he whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now,
Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and
Blitzen!
More rapid than
eagles his coursers they came,
"Think how that would sound if they were digimon," Tai said.
"Now, Deermon!
now, Deermon! now, Deermon and Deermon! On, Deermon! on Deermon!
Deermon and Deermon!," Gatomon and Koromon cheered Now dash away! dash
away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild
hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the
sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With
the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too
To the
top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
And then, in a
twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each
little hoof.
I hope the
roof can hold all that," Kari said.
"Tai dose this remind you all those times we hid from evil digimons?" Kari asked.
"Sure dose," Tai said.
"Only then there were using the attacks," Gatomon said.
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
came with a bound.
As I drew in my
hand, and was turning around,
Kari held Gatomon from
attacking the intruder He was dressed all in fur, from his
head to his foot
"Just like Gabumon,"
Koromon said. And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked
like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they
twinkled! his dimples how merry!
"That's mom's look too," Kari said.
His droll little mouth was
drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as
the snow;
His cheeks were
like roses, his nose like a cherry!
And the smoke it encircled
his head like a wreath;
The stump of a
pipe he held tight in his teeth,
"No smoking here," Tai yelled.
He had a broad
face and a little round belly,
Hey he has Gabumon belly," Gatomon said.
He was chubby and plump, a
right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon
gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
That shook, when
he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
"It was the fact he didn't attack," Koromon said.
And filled all the
stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger
aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he
rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a
whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a
thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of
sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
He spoke not a
word, but went straight to his work,
"How dose he deliver all those toys if he spend this long at each house?" Gatomon asked