Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam Wing. I wish I did. It would be a great Christmas gift. And the night before Christmas belongs to Clement L. Moore

T'was the night before the Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse;

The stocking were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicolas so would be there;

The Pilots were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of gundams danced in their head;

And Duo and his Deathscythe and Farin and her blade had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

 When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Heero sprang from is bed to see what was the matter.

 Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a luster of mid-day to Gundams below,

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

 But a miniature Relena; and eight tiny Gundam- rain-deer,

With a little Dorothy, so lively and quick, he knew in a moment it must not be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles their courses they came,

And they 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 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- the coursors they flew,

With the Gundam full of Toys, and Relena too.

And then, in a twinkling, Trowa heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof -

 As Wufei, drew in his head and was turning around,

Down the chimney Relena came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were all tarnished with ash and soot;

Her checks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!

Her droll mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the lust in her eyes was as plain as the snow;

The stump of the pipe she through to the floor,

And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;

She had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook, when she laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

She was chubby and plump, aright ugly old elf,

 And Quatre laughed, when Heero shot her, in spite of himself;

A wink of Heero eye and a twist of Farin's head

Soon gave him to known he had nothing to dread;

Farin spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,

And fill'd all the stocking; then turned with the jerk

And then laying her finger aside her nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to the Gundam, and to the team gave a whistle,

Away Dorothy (with the body of Relena) all flew like the down of a thistle

But I heard them exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,

"what the fuck !" as the Gundam went boom

And Farin laughed in to the night (she is on the roof). "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."