'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The weapons were hung by the bed with care,
No idea that St Nicholas soon would be there;
The pilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of battles danced in their heads;
And the boys in their boxers, and sleeping away,
They had just settled for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to their windows they flew like a flash,
Picked up their weapons and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Quatre knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles 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, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! 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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of presents, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As they drew in their heads, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas 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 presents he had flung on his back,
Quatre wondered happily what was inside the pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
Duo took Heero's gun in a bit of a hurry!
His droll 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,
Duo thought it cool that the smoke was like wreaths;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Wufei thought he needed to go to a gym in a hurry.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Trowa thought him weird, Heero that the idiot smiled too much
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Duo quickly informed him he had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And placed several presents down; 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 they heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to all, and behave for one friggin night."