T'was the night before Christmas,

All was asleep,

In the Dennis household,

No one made a peep

Though Max snored loudly,

Which gave a fright,

To Mr. Gold,

Who lay awake in the night

He tip toed a long the halls,

Searching for another bed,

Then he saw Darren's,

And he rest his head

Not even moments later,

Darren moved then,

Mr. Gold fell off the bed,

And he had to search again

He found a comfy seat,

But he found it to be a Remlit,

He was scratched at,

And that's when he decided to split

Mr. Gold lay in the moonlight,

Unhappy at where he had to stay put,

But then, the chimney began to shake,

And out came red and white with black soot

He had a sack on his back,

Which looked ripped and old,

The man reached in and grabbed something,

Which was now Mr. Gold's

It was a bed, green and comfy,

Mr. Gold was a bit surprised at first,

Then he jumped into the bed,

And found that it was cursed!

The man was not Santa Claus,

Nor a Goddess in disguise,

But it was Ghirahim, oh no!

Oh, what a surprise!

Mr. Gold was trapped,

There was nothing he could do!

He tried pouncing and clawing,

But then he knew

Max's snoring stopped,

And Darren's rustling, soon after,

They had awoken and were preparing,

To face Ghirahim's loud laughter

Max, now clad in green,

Shed a sword into her hands,

She drove her sword to him,

A shield, she commands

Darren, still in his pajamas,

Lept from the stairs,

An antique Master Sword,

Death, he declares

Ghirahim faced with two forces,

But suddenly, the fighting ended,

And they all turned around,

From the chimney, another person descended

His face was filled with cheer,

Then he gave out a "Ho, ho, ho!"

Ghirahim left diamonds on the scene,

And Max and Darren nodded, "Go, go, go!"

They all lept to their beds,

And said sorry several times,

A few hours past,

And the four A.M. clock chimes

They all ran downstairs,

Still tired from last night,

Everyone sat in their seats,

And opened presents in the tree light

Mr. Gold, was so excited,

To maybe get a brand new bed,

But he never got one,

He was so disappointed

When suddenly,

Max saw a present tucked away,

It was assigned to Mr. Gold,

And so he stood there to pray

There it was,

Shiny and new,

A bed just for him,

And Mr. Gold thought, "Phew!"

Many weeks passed,

And Max still sleeps and snore,

Darren still rustled,

But that doesn't bother Mr. Gold anymore!

THE END