The brats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dragonballs danced in their heads;
And I was in spandex and Bulma was in luck,
We had just settled down for a long winter's... err nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and ripped off the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my glaring eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a tall green driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Pic.
More rapid than ki blasts 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 STUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the mall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As spectators that before the wild battle fly,
When they trip and fall down, are blown to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Piccolo too.
And then, to my disgust, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hair, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Piccolo came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a robber just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how evil! his teeth -- how scarry!
His suit was so kawaii, his toys so merry!
His sack of toys was tied tight with a bow,
And the fake beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a sharp face and a pillow for a belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He had big pointed ears, just like an elf,
And I smirked when I saw him, in spite of myself;
And to my mind came only one word,
Baka I said and shot him a bird;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his middle finger along side of his nose,
And cussing in Namek, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,
And away they all flew like a bat out of HFIL.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, VEGETA, YOU'RE ASKING FOR A FIGHT!"
