'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a hopping mouse

But there was a young boy
In his bed, wrapped up tight
Who was having a nightmare
And woke with a fright

The sounds of the bells
Reached his ears they did not
And the jolly old man
Wasn't who he had thought

Head-to-toe, red and white
The man looked Fire Nation
But the bag full of presents
Gave away his true station

They called him St. Nick
And this night every year
He brought about gifts
To the caring and dear

And for the young monk
Dressed in yellow and red
Was a small package
With a note that read:

Avatar or not
You still need more training
And inside this letter
Is information worth gaining

A firebending master
Awaits your arrival
His nephew, however
Was once an old rival

The gift you've received
Is merely a clue
So consider it wisely
And good luck to you

The boy looked up
But no one was there
He heard the faint sound
Of jingling in the air

He smiled to himself
And opened the gift
Inside sat a tea pot
And four cups with it

A tea shop, he thought
There was only one he knew
So he took his new tea pot
And started to brew

Katara woke up
Then Sokka and Toph
He shared his new info
Then soon dozed off

"What a night," said the girl
As St. Nick flew from her sight
"Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a good night."


I know it's a few days late, but I didn't have internet when I wrote it and posted it as soon as I could. Yay! This is actually the first decent poem I've written in a while. A little odd, but it's okay. R&R!!