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[Super Crystal King]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the palace,
There was no trace of hate, not a sign of malice.
Several stockings were hung by the chimneys with care,
In one living room, there were fifty-nine there!
The Wigglers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tasty leaves danced in their heads;
And Kingpin in his hat and I in my crown
Had just gone to bed and were settling down
When out on the mountain there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like The Flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the yearly-round snow
Gave the luster of midday to the snowcaps below,
When what to my pure yellow eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I realized it was my college roommate, Saint Nick!
Faster than X-Box upgrades 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, Cup-Oh, hey Crystal King! Long time no see!
How's it goi-hey! Watch out for that chimney! AAAAAA!!!"
And with a loud THUMP I heard on the roof
The tossing and turning of each little hoof.
As I winced and I flinched and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas crashed with a bound.
He was covered in bruises from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished and covered with soot.
A bundle of toys was flung on his back
And then he bent over and reached into his sack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks-Oh, forget it. I'll leave out the boring description.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
"WAIT!" I said. "What about the others?"
"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," said Santa Claus.

31 chimneys later...

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they finally flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND (ow!) I hope my back'll be alright..."

[Para]

Nice. A little late though...