The Night Ifrit stoll Chtistmas
Written by Neko'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base
Not a minion was stirring, way out here in space;
The stunrays were hung in their holsters with care,
Just in case some senshi came wondering there.
The generals were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of victory danced in their heads;
And The Magic Dove of glee in his blood cloak,
Had just settled down from something I had prevoked.,
When out on the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Tore down the passage in a fifty yard dash.
The light on the vein like walls and crome
Gave the lustre of evil to objects, even an ordinary
phone When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, all dressed in RED,
I knew in a moment I wanted that sled!
More rapid than rancors his coursers they came,
And 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 west of the starboard! to east of the port!
Now hurry with gifts to every human and gort!"
As minions that before the Fierce Wind Gale flee,
When they meet with a senshi, crazier than me,
So through the hallway the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and that Red Guy too
And then, in a twinkling, I thought of a plan
I'd get that red sleigh and that suit off that man!
As I drew in a smile, and was turning around,
Down the passage the Red Guy came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shoe,
And I smiled mindlessly, this was too good to be true
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And I gaged his height and prepared to attack.
I went for his eyes, made them good and black
and knocked out a few teeth quite easly in fact.
I wrapped that dumb beard three times 'round his neck
and kneed him in the groin, what else ya exspect?
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
was smashed to a pult underneith my feet.
I punched him good in that big round belly,
which rumbed and waved like a bowlful of jelly.
He was unconscious and beathen when I was through,
And I laughed when I saw him, and waved 'toodle-loo';
With a devious look and lasting comand
he was blown to bits by a fireball from my hand
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
pulling off his red clothing; then those boots with a
jerk, And laying my fingers on everything without care,
I did not stop till the fat man was bare;
I pulled on the clothes and sprang to his sleigh,
Carrying the bag of toys behind me all the way.
But I turned to him as I ran and gave him a hollar,
"THANKS A LOT FAT BOY, RED'S MY FAVORITE COLOR!"