[CW: Poem] The Night Before Christmas (Pokemon Edition)

[Raviel the Phantom]

Was not sure where else to put this. Any who, I love Christmas time, especially the stories. And I thought it would be fun to parody one of my favorites after Pokemon with a little Reborn thrown in.

'Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the site

Not a creature was stirring, no Duckletts took flight.

The Pokeballs were hung, by the chimney with care

In hopes that Saint Snorlax soon would be there.

The members were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Pokemon danced in their heads.

And Ame lied down with her Christmassy cap

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to her wondering eye came amuck

But a enormous slay, pulled by eight winter Sawsbucks

With the Normal-Type driver, with his under bite maw

She knew it was Santa Snorlax, holding a quick claw.

More rapid than ealges, his courses they came

And he grunted, and yawned, and called them by name!

"Snorlax, snor snor! Snor Snorlax snor!

(Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and vixen)
"Snor Snorlax Snorlax Snor! Snor snor snor!

(On, Comet! On Cupid, on, Donner and Blitzen!)

Snoooooooooooooor!

(To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!)

Snorlaaaaaaax!

(Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!)

Though none had wings, they managed to use Fly,

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

So up to the house-top the courses they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Snorlax too.

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

The prancing and pawing of each Sawsbuck hoof.

Ass he drew in her head, to the fireplace she dashed,

Down the chimney St. Snorlax came with a crash

He was covered in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of Toys he had tied to his back,

And he looked like a trainer, just opening his pack.

His eyes, they were shut! His smile how merry!

His cheeks were plump! But no nose, how scary!

His droll big mouth was drawn up like a bow,

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

Bits of old Puffins were stuck in his teeth,

And the fur collar of his coat wrapped around like a wreath.

He had a wide face, and a big round belly,

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

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old mon

Which Ame would've captured, but her balls were all gone.

A scratch of his belly and a bow of his head,

Soon gave Ame to know she 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 where all his food goes,

And giving a loud yawn, up the chimney he rose!

He Rollout to his sleigh, to his team gave Growl

The Sawsbucks took off, but his weight made them scowl
Ame turned to the readers who come to this site,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"

[mkrosar]

Ha! I love it.

[Deleted User]

This is pretty cool. You should put this in the brand new creative writing forum!

[Amethyst]

Moved.

This is neat, although I don't think I have a Christmas-y cap. We'll pretend.

[Maelstrom]

Moved.

This is neat, although I don't think I have a Christmas-y cap. We'll pretend.

Ame, the wasteland isn't the CW board. I thought I was the one drinking tonight. *moved*

Nice poem. A nice twist on the original.