Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle
Not a Nobody stirred, not one single hassle.
The stockings were hung by the chimney: all thirteen
In hopes for the treats that the jolly man would leave.
The members were all asleep, nice and sound in their beds
Some dreamt of happiness, others of pain, all in their heads.
And I had just calmed myself, for excitement hindered my sleep,
I lay down, closed my eyes, and made not a peep
When out in the city I hear quite a noise
I jumped up and stumbled (for I have zero poise)
Away to the window I tripped and I staggered
Opened up the window to see what was the matter,
Kingdom Hearts shining down on the new-fallen snow
Gave the light to let me see what lay down below:
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew, right then and there, that he was St. Nick!
More rapid than Dusks his coursers 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, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the stairwell! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the rooftop the animals they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my breath, I could hear the sound:
Down the chimney Santa came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys 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 cherry!
His jolly little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight 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 jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his rear
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear;
He didn't say a thing, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, placed stuff under the tree; 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 sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him shout out, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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Because this HAD to be in the collection. What's Christmas without it?
This is told from Demyx's POV, but it could be from any of the members, really (but it would fit him or Roxas best).
Happy Holidays, everyone :)