YamiMv.3.0: Hey isn't it-
Mv.3.0: I know! I know! Christmas is like way over! I just thought of this a few days after the holidays. I near murdered myself at the thought of waiting a whole year and the fic burned my heart like poison flames. I could not control myself, and ended up forcing myself to type it and here you go…. I mean it's a sensible reason, right? TT might not even be popular by next Christmas, who knows….
I don't own TT or a calendar. So R R to ease the pain in my soul…….
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the tower
Not a BeastBoy was stirring, at this quiet hour;
The stockings were hung by the big screen with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Titans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mopeds danced in their heads;
With Starfire in her halter and I in my cape,
Had just settled down for a looooooooong winter's nap,
When out on the sea there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed and yelled, "BB what's the matter!"
Away to the windows I flew like Kid Flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up who-hash.
The moon on the bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla,
When, what to my wondering masked eyes should appear,
But a mini-moped and eight tiny green deer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment….it must be Slade…
More rapid than apprentices his coursers they came,
And he screamed, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Cinderblock! Now Plasmus! Now Overload and Trigon!
On, Jinx! On, Gizmo! On, Mammoth and Kitten!
Run into the porch! Run into the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As tea leaves that before the wild thunder brothers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the towertop the courses they flew,
With the sleigh full of evil plots, and Slade too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The scratching and ripping of each little hoof.
As I drew on my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the vile Slade came with an, "ouch."
He was dressed all in metal, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of bombs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they chilled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like stone, his nose like a cherry!
His drooling little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin….wait! You couldn't see it under the mask…
The stump of a Robin doll he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke of his flames encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a stern face and a little round belly.
That shook, when he snarled like a bowl full of jelly.
He was skinny and muscular, a right, scary old elf,
And I said some dramatic, vengeful/hero lines, in spite of myself;
A punch to the eye and a kick to my head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;
He spoke many words, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned, what a jerk!
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He hopped to his sleigh, to Jinx gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a bah-humbug!"
The impatience…it burns!