Once upon a time
Though not so long ago
In a nearly-unknown highschool
Where it very rarely snows
There lived a workaholic coach
And, though she was oft flighty,
Her personality of late
Had come off too high and mighty
She scowled at figgy pudding
And glared at passerbys
When it came to Christmas shopping,
She didn't even try
To her the Christmas Season
Meant the Winter Cup's approach
She had responsibilities
After all, she was a coach!
Her name was Aida Riko
A second year at Seirin High
In charge of it's basketball team
And feared by all the guys
The team was her pride and joy
She cared for them a bunch
Always tried to stand by them
And even bought them lunch
Under her dear tutelage
They'd won every game they had
They were sure they'd make the championships
And for that she had been glad
Then one day they faced Too High
A team for only strong
And though they all played wonderfully
Something still went wrong
Eventually, they lost the game
And with it their morale
The loss was devestating
But Riko, what a gal,
She found another way to keep
Seirin's spirits up
Another way to championships
A way called the Winter Cup
It's true that for the Winter Cup
Much practice time was needed
So Riko set a schedule
And hard work was suceeded
The basketball team'd do anything
If their coach would ask it
They rebound, dunk, invent new moves;
They'd shoot all kinds of baskets
Yet in the days 'fore Christmastime
The coach took things too far
Blind by want of victory
She raised too high the bar
Practice turned to battlefield
Training almost war
And though the team would try their best
There was always more
Their coach, however, didn't care;
Increased their practice time
No regard for Christmas Spirit
An awful Yuletide crime
"If you don't train," she'd often shout
"In games you'll have weak joints!"
(And though a fitting arguement,
That's really not the point)
So from dawn to night the basketball team
Of Seirin High would play
They didn't know what else to do
They didn't have a say
And though I could continue on
About how Riko'd scream and shout
And how tired all the players were,
That's not what this fanfic is about
This fanfic is all about
A story that's well-known
One with quite a couple ghosts
And a true, redemptive tone
A story that our starring coach
Was tied into Christmas Eve
To learn a lesson 'fore Christmas Day
Or the story she'd never leave
While some might say "impossible"
Or "there's no way that can be done"
Well, gather 'round the fireplace
And just listen to this fun
Because everything that can't be done
In only just one night
Is possible at Christmastime
And Riko knows I'm right...
