Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
Hello All! This was a present for my little sister; she loves LittleKuriboh's Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged series so I decided that this would be the perfect gift. I used Dr. Seuss' original How the Grinch Stole Christmas poem and just made some changes to fit the Yu-Gi-Oh characters.
I hope you enjoy this as much as she did!
How Bakura Stole Christmas
Every Yu Down in Yuville Liked Christmas lot…
But Bakura Who lived just north of Yuville, Did NOT!
Bakura hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Yus,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Melvin-like frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Yu down in Yuville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Yu girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Yus, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Yu-pudding, and rare Yu-roast beast.
Which was something Bakura couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Yu down in Yuville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Yus would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more Bakura thought of this Yu Christmas Sing,
The more Bakura thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
BAKURA GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" Bakura cackled in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Evil trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer…" Bakura looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Brit? No! Bakura simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog, Marik. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks, looking absolutely barbaric,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Marik.
Then Bakura said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Yus Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Yus were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Devilish Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight fit.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Brit.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Yu stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then Bakura, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Yus' feast!
He took the Yu-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Brit even took their last can of Yu-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned Bakura, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Brit grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Yu!
Little Yugi-Lou Yu, who was not more than two.
The Brit had been caught by this tiny Yu daughter,
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Brit and said, "Santy Claus, why,"
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Brit was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Yugi-Lou Yu went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Yus' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Yus' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn… All the Yus, still a-bed,
All the Yus, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The cards! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"PoohPooh to the Yus!" he was Melvinishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!"
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Yus down in Yuville will all cry BooHoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Brit, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And Bakura put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Yuville! The Brit popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Yu down in Yuville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And Bakura, with his large-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then Bakura thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well…in Yuville they say,
That the Brit's small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the cards, the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! Bakura carved the roast beast!
As the Narrator I say,
That this story shall end without "good-day".
Maybe another time or two,
I shall tell you anew,
Of my master's greatest feat,
For those of you who missed it, the Narrator was Mr. Tweetums. I also made Yugi a girl, sorry, the rhyme was too difficult to change. I hope you enjoyed this, I love hearing what you have to say so please review.