'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle

Not a Nobody was stirring, not even a Dusk;

The stockings were set in the grey room,

In hopes that St. Mickey soon would be there;

The Organization members were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of hearts danced in their heads;

And Saix with his pen, and I, Xemnas, with my papers,

Had just finished our reports for a long winter's break;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Kingdom Hearts, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave the luster of any other time to object below,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Dalmatian puppies,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Mick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name;

'Now, Lucky! Now, Rolly! Now, Cadpig and Two-Tone!

On, Duke! On Tripod! On Patch and Wizzer!

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 Xaldin attacks fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the castletop the coursers they flew,

With a sleigh full of heart shaped toys, and St. Mickey, too.

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

The padding and pawing of each little paw-

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

Down the chimney St. Mickey came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his ears to his feet,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of heat shaped toys he had flung on his back,

And looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

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

His cheeks were like Beast's rose, and his now his nose like an olive!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.

And the beard on his chin… was non-existent;

The stump of a pipe her held in his teeth,

And bubbles (Disney doesn't endorse smoking silly!) encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

The shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

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

And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of having no heart;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He 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 I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.'

(What? Even a Nobody needs a little Christmas cheer! Oh and just so you know this was induced by lack of sleep and I just had to write it when I thought of it :D Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you find this as amusing as it was to write!)