'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Halo Style!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a grunt.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Sergeant Johnson would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Halo Rings danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our minds for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my cot to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the top of the fresh-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of noontime to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature ship and eight tiny prophets.
With a little black driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Sarge John.
More quickly than Elites, his Prophets they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the sky!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount with the sky
So up to the house-tops the prophets the flew,
With the ship full of guns and Sergeant Johnson too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney Sergeant Johnson came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all tarnished with scorches and soot.
A bundle of toys he had slung on his back,
And he looked like a marine, just opening his pack.
His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like chocolate, his nose like a berry!
His witty little mouth drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was umm… nonexistent.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a small face and a little flat belly,
That held when he laughed, like a bowl full of cement.
He was scrawny and thin, a right jolly sergeant,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of my self.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his ship, to his team gave a whistle,
And away the sped like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
AN: Phew! That one took me by far the longest to complete, so I hope you all enjoyed it. I hope nobody takes offense by the line "With a little black driver", as I merely used the term black as a fill in for the word old. I did my best to change all the words to the things that related to Halo but a lot of the time I failed to keep them rhyming but I hope everyone can excuse me for that. Until next time, I hope this has been enjoyed.