A Godot Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Nico's house, not a penguin was stirring. Not even Bagels wearing a blouse.
The bagels were hanging from the fireplace with care, in the hopes St. Godot would soon be there.
Nico's waifus were all snug in their beds, while visions of PF Chang's danced in their heads.
With Mayuri in her nightgown, and Okabe on Kurisu's lap, Kurisu gave a tsundere's winter slap! (Baka!)
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Nico sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, he flew like Moshirige, he opened the shutters and threw up the Nnnnnaaaaagggghh!
The moon on the boobs of the newly fallen snow, gave the luster of midday to objects below.
When what to Nico's wandering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer with a visor wearing driver so lively and quick he thought it was a Komeada trick.
More rapid than eagles, Godot's coursers they came and he whistled and called them by name:
"Now Latte! Now Cream! Now Sugar and Black! On Mocha! On Cappuccino! On Espresso and Trite!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As leaves as the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky.
So up the rooftop the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of Pepsi, and St. Godot too.
And then with a twinkling Nico heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each freaking hoof.
As Nico drew in his head and was turning around, St Godot came in with a bound.
He was dressed in fur from his visor to his foot and his clothes were stained with coffee stains and soot.
A bundle of Dr. People he had flung on his back, he looked like a drug dealer opening his pack.
His visor how it glows, His hair white and silky, His body so entrancing, His coffee not milky.
His sly little mouth drawn up in a smirk and he's got a fine ass booty that he can make twerk.
He held a coffee mug close to his teeth. The steam from it encircled his head like a wreath
He had sexy face that you could only see on the telly, which made Nico super jelly.
A sexy Mexican, who thinks himself right,
Who faces against the spiky haired trite.
He spoke not one word but went straight to work
He filled the bagels with cream cheese and then turned with a jerk.
And then he took a whiff of his coffee with his nose, he drank blend #107 and up the chimney he rose.
He strode up to his sleigh, gave his whistle. Away they flew like Manfred Von Karma with a pistol.
But Nico heard as Godot flew out of sight:
"Have a Merry Christmas Penguins
And all a good, HAAAAAAAAAA!"
Hello if you are reading this I would like to say thanks for reading this "twas a night before Christmas" Nico B fanfiction I made. This kind of started with me making jokes about Godot being Santa Claus after seeing that one picky penguin with Godot wearing a Santa hat as profile image and it sort of devolved (or evolved depending on your opinion) into this. Lol anyway I would also like to thank a few penguins for helping me with a few of the lines and helping me when I got stuck: Thatguy777, Jacob Foxfire964, Hearts-on-Fire, Karra Morris, GilleYxP, and melted sherbert (not necessarily in that order but still) seriously though I'm glad they helped because adapting a poem into something else is not always easy and I'm not exactly a poet. Lol anyway have a nice day.