'Twas The Night Before Christmas

A Wild Arms III Poem/Odd Creation By:

Black Waltz 0

A/N: Okay, this is strange. I had just sat down to work on a new yaoi for a few friends of mine, but when my fingers started to type, it turned into a poem instead! Aliens must be controlling my brain, because this was not what I was going to write. And this isn't actually a fic either, it's a poem, but either way, it is relevant to WA3, so I posted it here. I am also a terrible poet, so shoot me for writing this please. Oh yes, and the original version was written by Clement C. Moore. (I looked it up, my encyclopaedia was actually useful!) Enjoy.

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the net
The fanboys and fangirls were dreaming of Jet;
Their inboxes open with much room to spare
In hopes that some author alerts soon would be there;
Far away in Filgaia the drifters were sleeping
Their fancies and dreams tucked away for the keeping;
Ginny in her nightdress, and Jet in the hay
Ready and prepared for the cold winter's day;
The boy rolled twice over, tumbling into a heap
For the loft he resided in was muchly too steep;
The sounds of bells ringing, a cacophony's clatter
He stepped over Clive to see what was the matter;
Away down the staircase, two steps at a time
He tripped over Gallows, his position supine;
Bruising his noggin and hurting his arm
He wondered why the heck they were on this damn farm;
But that brief little thought was cut off quite fast
When the light from a candle was instantly cast;
Jet threw open the barn doors, the cockerel; he crowed
A miracle had happened, in the night it had snowed!
The glow, like a torchlight, the small dancing flame
Was the held by the man of the seasonal fame;
His eyes shone like opals, his beard white and thick,
Who else could this be but jolly old Saint Nick?
With a deep kindly laugh and the wink of an eye,
He threw Jet a gift box, which he caught on the fly
And into the shadows from whence he had came
To the reindeer he gestured and called out their name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!
The lad, he has seen us, and that is our cue,
For apart from this farmyard we have more stops to do!"
A rustling of air and from over Jet's head
Sixteen pairs of hooves used the wind as their tread
Once more the bells rang and Jet glanced up to look
Etched there a fine picture to be seen in a book,
The sleigh flew away like a bird in its flight
And disappeared like the snowflakes when exposed to the light
But Jet heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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