Why did they do this? Quite simply, it pleased them Tradition was tradition, it needed no reason.
“I’ve been plotting his capture since Naomi was born,
Ever since I saw him on that bright Christmas ‘morn.
He was quite late you see, he had fallen behind;
And left for me a present not mine,
The wrapping was messy, though the present was whole.
But inside was a small lump of coal!
I turned over the package and searched for a name,
And found that Miranda T. Finch was who to blame.
Two weeks later, when pre-school did start,
Sure enough Miranda was easy to spot I glared at her wicked and I glared at her hard,
As she rode her new pony all around the school yard!
Upon asking her parents my beliefs confirmed,
That was the pony that I should have earned!”

Naomi gave her sister a pat, Whilst Jade sat, hands in her lap.
“Well,” she muttered, “I hope you can see then,
Why I must trap him, why I do seek him!
I need him to know that he made a mistake,
That the present for me was really quite fake!
For he has no idea of this little disaster,
With more children every year he only travels faster!

“I suppose that makes sense…” Seras thought and replied,
“Is there any way I can help, do you need some supplies”
The girls grinned and nodded, “There’s plenty you can do,
We need to have this set up quite soon!

So they tip-toed around, In such a way only children can.
Setting the stage for their fail-safe plan.
Naomi was mixing, Jade baked with great speed;
Seras took care to have everything they’d need. With Integra at work, and Walter somewhere away;
For father they prayed, asleep he would stay.
And by the time the sun set the girls had supplies for a fair,
Pastries galore, and crumbs everywhere!