'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the air
Two friends were stirring without a world of care.
They were waiting for another friend to appear,
In hopes that he would join in their cheer;
His arrival was silent; he brought a small surprise -
And when his friends saw it, he looked into their eyes
And happily exclaimed, 'Merry Christmas, Henry and Ellie!'
Their cheeks bloomed red - the mistletoe turned them to jelly.
The tavern was a quiet place to be,
But for two, this filled them with glee.
Drinks were free much to their joy,
Now it was time to toast; no need to be coy.
'Dave', he raised his glass up high,
'Here's to freedom!,' he praised to the sky
Dave smiled tiredly, but raised his glass too -
'Thanks, Rupert; I wouldn't be here if not for you.'
He asked, 'is it worth the task?;
Doubts and fears try to break his mask;
A hand on his shoulder tears his demons away -
He looks up and sees the one to save his day.
'Sven,' he assured in a voice so mellow,
'You're a great leader, a fine fellow,'
'So go and relax, take a long winter's nap.'
With a small grin of thanks, Sven left to find his nightcap.
Watching them all like a father hawk,
He makes his rounds daily on his snow walk.
Proud of the team and their hard work,
He was greeted, 'Hello General!' with a smirk.
They invited him in for a cup of joe,
And for this, he wouldn't say no.
The trio of hunters wished him season's greetings;
It became one of his most memorable meetings.
The Toppat leader stepped back to admire,
The jewels on the tree as they glistened by the fire.
His right hand man stood by to observe,
'Something's missing, Reg,' breaking his usual reserve.
'Why you're right, my friend, where is the star?'
In reply, 'don't worry, it's not too far,'
Having found it, he flew to the tree's tiptop.
And gently placed it there on the spot.
The snow drifted into the ocean;
it was like poetry in motion.
That's why the guard loved it so -
The fire escape provided him a place to go.
A sanctuary free from stone lines,
unruly prisoners, and frankly, random fines.
Some might have hated the ice,
But to Sten Villo, it was nice.
Two friends named Smith and Stone,
brought their families together in one household home.
Their wives cooked and relatives visited;
Presents, food, laughter - all unlimited.
Wilson and Gordon both boomed with love and warmth,
"Attention, everyone, there is something we want to say forth.
May your days be merry and bright,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
A/N: I've got Christmas on the brain and it shows here haha! There is no specific poetry form this time, but this was certainly inspired by the classic poem, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas'. I put my own spin on it and incorporated it into the Stickmin world by focusing on a certain number of lines and creating little stories for a selected amount of characters as they go about their holiday festivities. Since I've name-dropped everyone here, I don't think I need to elaborate too much on what's going on. But I hope this brings forth a smile to you today. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! :)