A Merry Gundam Christmas To You
AN: Merry Christmas everyone!!!! This is a present for Braided Baby & Dria Chan. Thanks for being such great friends. I Love you guys to pieces!!!! *Huggles!* Also to POAS, I'm so proud of you. You're the best sister I could ever have. I hope you three and everyone else has a Merry Gundam Christmas!
It was the night before Christmas, And all through the safe house not a creature was stirring, Not even a computer mouse.
Stockings were hung on the mantle with glee. One for each Gundam pilot, two for Duo and (hopefully) one for me. All good little Solders were in bed, Happy dreams of destruction running through Wufeis head.
There was the tinkle of bells and the rustle of soot, And down the chimney there appeared a booted foot. Then came Santa clause dressed all in white and red, Ducking so as not to knock his head.
Kneeling by the Christmas tree he reached into his sack, And the presents he did begin to stack. Not until too late did old Saint Nick see, The Gundam pilot who shot him in the knee.
It seemed because Duo was such a grouch, Heero had been made to sleep on the couch. A glinting gun was pointed a Santa's head, As the Perfect solder prepared to shoot him dead.
The old man blinked in confusion and surprise, Knocking the hats white pom-pom away from his eyes. "Heero Yuy," He said not all that cheerfully. "You don't want to kill me, I'm Santa Clause, I have proof, look there under that Christmas tree."
"Hn." Said Heero, his finger tightening on the trigger, when he saw, compared to his present, Trowa's was bigger. Heero shrugged and in his spandex the gun was placed, Old Saint Nick gasped at the dilemma he now faced.
"Oh no!" He cried. "I can't climb down chimneys, With crimson blood geysering from my busted knees!" Chris cringle handed the Japanese boy some mace. "I'm sorry Heero you'll have to go in my place."
Heero frowned and shook his head. "No was old man. It's not that I'm lazy, But delivering presents to the whole world in one night, that's just crazy!" Santa glared ferociously and Heero shrank back. "Haven't you ever heard of time lines? Don't be slack."
After much persuasion and begging Heero gave in, While he wasn't looking, on a pad, Santa jotted something in. Dressed in baggy white and red, an easy target for Oz, Heero scaled the chimney, getting soot up his snoz.
AN: Okay I'll leave it here because I wanted to post this on Christmas, which is today. So I'll finish it later. Please let me know what you think.
Merry Christmas! From K-chan and all the crew.
AN: Merry Christmas everyone!!!! This is a present for Braided Baby & Dria Chan. Thanks for being such great friends. I Love you guys to pieces!!!! *Huggles!* Also to POAS, I'm so proud of you. You're the best sister I could ever have. I hope you three and everyone else has a Merry Gundam Christmas!
It was the night before Christmas, And all through the safe house not a creature was stirring, Not even a computer mouse.
Stockings were hung on the mantle with glee. One for each Gundam pilot, two for Duo and (hopefully) one for me. All good little Solders were in bed, Happy dreams of destruction running through Wufeis head.
There was the tinkle of bells and the rustle of soot, And down the chimney there appeared a booted foot. Then came Santa clause dressed all in white and red, Ducking so as not to knock his head.
Kneeling by the Christmas tree he reached into his sack, And the presents he did begin to stack. Not until too late did old Saint Nick see, The Gundam pilot who shot him in the knee.
It seemed because Duo was such a grouch, Heero had been made to sleep on the couch. A glinting gun was pointed a Santa's head, As the Perfect solder prepared to shoot him dead.
The old man blinked in confusion and surprise, Knocking the hats white pom-pom away from his eyes. "Heero Yuy," He said not all that cheerfully. "You don't want to kill me, I'm Santa Clause, I have proof, look there under that Christmas tree."
"Hn." Said Heero, his finger tightening on the trigger, when he saw, compared to his present, Trowa's was bigger. Heero shrugged and in his spandex the gun was placed, Old Saint Nick gasped at the dilemma he now faced.
"Oh no!" He cried. "I can't climb down chimneys, With crimson blood geysering from my busted knees!" Chris cringle handed the Japanese boy some mace. "I'm sorry Heero you'll have to go in my place."
Heero frowned and shook his head. "No was old man. It's not that I'm lazy, But delivering presents to the whole world in one night, that's just crazy!" Santa glared ferociously and Heero shrank back. "Haven't you ever heard of time lines? Don't be slack."
After much persuasion and begging Heero gave in, While he wasn't looking, on a pad, Santa jotted something in. Dressed in baggy white and red, an easy target for Oz, Heero scaled the chimney, getting soot up his snoz.
AN: Okay I'll leave it here because I wanted to post this on Christmas, which is today. So I'll finish it later. Please let me know what you think.
Merry Christmas! From K-chan and all the crew.