Running through the woods, I hope I get away

There's Careers chasing me, I'm screaming all the way AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Boots thud on the ground, making tons of noise

I wish I could've stayed at home with all the other boys -oh,

Throwing knives, gleaming scythes,

I can't get away

The psycho from my District should show up to save the day - Hey!

There she is, with her shiv,

Going for that guy

I hope she helps me get him with a stick straight through the eye!

- Bad Jingle Bells parody

'Twas the night before Reaping and all through Panem,

The people were trying to hear Eminem.

The tried to forget "Oh, the Reaping's tomorrow",

And with rap music blaring, they drowned out their sorrow.

For you see little children, on that day in Panem,

Twenty-four luckless families had taken from them,

One boy or one girl, aged twelve to eighteen

To compete in a contest on worldwide TV.

But unlike other contests, which allowed time for breath,

This contest is known as a FIGHT TO THE DEATH!

That is just exposition, that's not the whole story;

Putting that in a rhyme could end up quite gory.

No, this is a poem about Mary and Stu

(Whose childhood pet had been Larry the Gnu).

These two were quite different - some called them insane

(But those were the people who knew not their names).

There was something about them that just seemed to glow

Was it Stewart's tuxedo? Mary's glittery bow?

Regardless, the two of them got much attention.

Much more than young Yogul, who was then in detention.

Mary and Stu freed the boy with a grin

Declaring, "No one should suffer like that for a pin!"

For Yogul had stolen from someone quite snide

A pin shaped like a beast that long since then had died.

"Come, help us to spread Reaping joy!" Mary said.

That year, Reaping came on a holiday none dread.

'Twas Christmas Eve, when most couldn't sleep from excitement,

But instead, their anxiety came from afrightment.

The small children cried when the morrow was mentioned

And naught that their parents did loosened the tension.

When Mary fell from the ceiling a small child screamed,

She gave her a blouse, and the child then beamed.

Yogul went through the roof of a peacekeeper's house

To deliver the present of three fresh-killed grouse.

Stu floated and threw paper up in the air -

The lyrics to Christmas songs beyond compare

The three Santa Claus stand-ins soon finished their task,

Yelling, "Mary Reap-smas to all, and the brandy's in flasks!"

Author's Note: See, this is what happens when on the TV,

NickToons played a marathon we can never un-see.

You get random rhyming in FanFiction form,

('cause, trust me you guys, this sure isn't our norm).

Danny Phantom had to learn a Christmas lesson

From a guy who could use a good counseling session.

His name was Ghostwriter - that name sound familiar?

He was a very obsessive bad poetry writer.

When Danny (by accident) ripped up his poem,

The writer shoved him in his sequal to show him

What happens when you destroy others' possessions.

He gave all the townfolk a common obsession -

To find and destroy him with misplaced agression.

Dan defeated the poet with one well-thrown orange.

Nothing rhymes with orange, so... he couldn't finish the story. Insert predictably happy ending here. I don't know why I'm putting this in an author's note, but why not. Like anyone reads these anyways. We may or may not put the bloodbath chapter up during Christmas break.