An odd bit of Christmas spirit. RxR Please!


T'was the night before Kamimas, and all though the village

Not a creature was stirring, not even an ANBU.

The kunai pouches were hung by the doors with care,

In hopes that Shounin Matsarumaru soon would be there.

The genin were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of great battles fought in their heads.

And Anko in her fishnet and Kakashi in his mask,

Had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,

He sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he sprung like the Flash,

Threw open the shutters and through off the sash.

The moon on the creast of the newly carved monument,

Gave the luster of midday to Konoha below.

When what to his wondering eye should appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick.

He knew in a moment it must be Shounin Matsaru.

More rapid then Shinobi, his coursers they came,

He 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-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and Shounin Matsarumaru too.

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

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Shounin Matsarumaru came with a bound.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And Kakashi eye-smiled when he saw the Shounin, in spite of himself;

A wink of Shounin eye and a twist of the Shounin's head,

Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread;

Shounin spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But Kakashi heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Kamimas to all, and to all a good-night."