Well, this idea just kind of hit me in Spanish class one day. I told my friend Jessy about it and together we wrote this story/poem thing. I think it's really cheesy, so sorry about that!:(
Enjoy everyone!:)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach. I do not own the poem/story The Night Before Christmas either. Who does own that?
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Momo's house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse!
Her body laid by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Toshiro soon would be there;
At midnight she was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of Toshiro's sugar-plum kisses danced in her head;
Momo all alone, Snowy the cat sitting in her lap ,
Was just about to settle down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
All she saw was some new-fallen snow
Covering the grassy objects below,
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature captain with presents wrapped in a paper covered with reindeer,
With a little old wind proving to be lively and quick,
She knew in a moment this was her gift from St. Nick.
Faster then a cheetah he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called her name;
"Momo, Momo, Momo I'm home!!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane flown,
When they would meet at the door, she wanted to greet him with a small moan
So up their bodies their passion flew,
Maybe with a few clothes too
And then, in a twinkling, you could hear as if it were on your roof
The prancing and nibbling from the little goofs
As he drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the stairs Momo came with a bound.
She was dressed all in silk, from her head to her foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bag of gifts 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!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a Momo's favorite, a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow;
The release of a breath he held tight in his teeth,
And her scent encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a hot ass belly,
That tasted like a bowlful of jelly.
He was not chubby or plump, or a right jolly old elf,
She smiled when she was him, yes Momo her very self;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing more to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Threw his bag on the floor; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
She gave a nod and to her he closed;
He sprang to his girl, gave a whistle,
And kissed her faster then a missile.
She heard him exclaim, as he picked her up with a fright,
"Happy Christmas Momo, for tonight shall be a good-night."
Well, I hope you all enjoyed this little Christmas one shot!:)
Did you like it? Did you love it? Did you hate it? Tell me all about it in your review!:D
Thanks again for reading,
♥AbbeyxIzuru♥
p.s.- Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or whatever you do or don't celebrate!:3