And finally, we get to this one. For our final entries, we had to write a fable or poem where a Pokemon character learns a special meaning about Christmas. It could've been entirely original, or something akin to 'A Christmas Carol' or 'The Night before Christmas.' You'll see that I kind of mesh those two together into a, while not entirely unique story, interesting night for everyone's favorite legendary.

'Twas the night before Christmas,

When all throughout Kanto

Not a Pokémon was stirring

Not even a Rat(tata)

Except for one that is

It was a simple clone

And those crimes of his

That were against humans, kept him alone

Yet on that night

He awoke with a fright

Finding an older ghost

Who was scarier than most

"Mewtwo" He said to the psychic

"It is, Gengar the old,

Who have come to you, with a brain to pick,

I am the Ghost of Poké-Past, and you shall be told

What shall happen if your ways are not changed."

Mewtwo looked at the ghost, as if he were crazy

What he said was quite strange,

After waking from sleep, he was still quite hazy

Then, around them both

Formed a wall of smoke

Sent back in time

(Oh no, I broke the rhyme)

Mewtwo awoke, the world around him grey

As he realized, 'twas the opposite of day

Gengar stood before him,

Pointing to the scene underneath them

Mewtwo saw himself, young in a tube

The devices on him were quite crude

He looked over, and saw the date

'Twas Christmas Eve, 11:55 PM – very late

Mewtwo remembered this scene

As it always haunts his dreams

The tube he was in, with a scream, shattered real fast

And in seconds, he was the last

One standing that is,

As all others were victims of his

He flew from the lab

He would eventually need to perform self-rehab

Mewtwo awoke in the forest once again

Right back where he had been

Was the visit by Gengar a dream

Or did he yet again hear his young self scream?

Suddenly, another ghost appeared,

His appearance quite modern and queer

"Mewtwo, 'tis I, Hoopa Confined

And I shall show, Christmas of this time!

Because I am the Ghost of Poké-Present

And because of your actions, you will soon resent!"

With that, they teleported away

And Mewtwo was looking, at a Christmas of today

Before him stood, Jessie, James, and Meowth,

Realizing that their meeting was about to go south

"The three of you," Giovanni said

"Need to find Mewtwo, before more are dead!"

"But Giovanni, what if he goes into exile?

Given how he is a red-headed stepchild."

The comment made Mewtwo angry

It in fact made him quite cranky

But Giovanni began,

As he defended the man

"We did not neglect him

We just misunderstood him.

If he disappears, then do not bother

It will help end the slaughter."

The three goons saluted, and quick as a flash

Mewtwo was once again, lying in grass

His actions affected today?

He was starting to think he should repent.

When all of a sudden, with a flash so relent

Appeared a third ghost, and Mewtwo was ready to pray

"Mewtwo," Said Dusknoir, reaper of souls

"It is time you saw, what will happen!

For I am the Ghost of Poké-Future, a Christmas so cold

As your death will cause others to gladden!"

Mewtwo looked around, seeing his body

Aged and beaten, before him stood

His mother Mew,

Sadness upon her face

Mewtwo realized his own mother shall fell him

If he did not correct the path he was on

He turned towards Dusknoir, and spoke with a fright

"Dusknoir, is this a vision of Christmas that will be,

Or a Christmas that may be, unless I correct myself?"

The ghost did not answer, simply disappearing

Mewtwo turned around, and saw everyone cheering

They were happy for his death,

As his body breathed its last breath.

Mewtwo awoke, to the rise of the sun

Surrounded by a blanket of snow.

He flew towards Kanto, faster than run

Knowing that it wasn't too late, for all too know.

He arrived in Celadon, speaking to all

He apologized for all that he caused

Death and misery, he had done it all.

The people listened, then they paused.

They apologized as well, for running him off.

Even Giovanni appeared, expressing his apologies,

Mewtwo showed his thanks, by not running him off.

It was implied that they could be friends – possibly.

Then, all turned to the sky,

When what to their wandering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Pokémon.

With a little old driver so lively and quick

They knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than a speed-forme Deoxys his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Stantler! Now Sawsbuck! Now Crobat and Swoobat!

On Shaymin! On Rotom! On Pidgeot and Blitzle!"

They smile, as he flew away

Another year they would have to wait.

As all gathered 'round, filled with holiday cheer,

They heard one last bellow, from the fat man so queer.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

While these are by far not my best work - well, the first story was pretty good in my opinion - I enjoyed being taken out of my comfort zone for once. We were not allowed to use OC's, and characters had to be characterized as they are in the respective medium that they are from. Anyways, I hope all of you enjoyed these three little tidbits, and I also hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Also Happy Hanukkah, Kwazy Kwanzaa, Tip Top Tet, and a Fair Festivus for the Rest of Us!