HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! This is a christmas special- Kirby style!!! All the characters are included, with a few extra's like my character, Hara, a sasquatch who (for some mysterious reason) wears a speedo! Enjoy this one-shot, random, totally fun story/poem thingy!!!!!

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the country, not a person was stirring, not even a waddle-dee;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that King DeDeDe would soon be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Cappy Town danced through their heads.

And Fumu in her kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap-

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the luster of midday to objects below;

When , what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature Hara, with eight bottles of beer,

With Jecra and Hara, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment their wonderful trick.

More rapid than eagles, the partiers they came,

And Jecra whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

" Now, Nightmare! Now, WolfWrath! Now, Garlude! Now, Gaara!

On, Customer Servive! On, Yamikage! On, Escargon and Daedara!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the hall!

Now party, party, party all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they tire of dancing, mount to the sky;

so up to the housetop the partiers they flew,

With a bottle of good cheer- and King DeDeDe too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the rooftop,

The prancing and dancing and each little pop-

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney came King DeDeDe with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, quite fit for kings,

And his sack was filled with such horrible things;

A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a murderer just opening his pack.

His eyes- how they sparkled! With greed and with lust!

He gobbled the cookies, ate every last crust.

His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smile,

And it seemed oh so foul- it seemed oh so vile!

The stump of a pipe he held just in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right grumpy old dude,

And I laughed when I saw him, even though it was rude.

A reddening of face, and a twist of his head

Soon gave reason to know there was plenty to dread.

Spoke not a word, but punched me straight in the face, then went to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,

And grabbing my arm up we rose on our toes,

And giving a nod, up the chimney we rose.

He sprang to his jeep, to the partiers gave a whistle,

And away they all drove like the down of a thistle;

But I heard them exclaim, as they dove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!"

There you have it! A random Christmas- Kirby style!!!

Have a merry Christmas, and an even happier New Year! -Original poem by Clement Clarke Moore

-Metafreakout! ^ - ^