THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

DBZ Version

Narrator- Vegeta

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a human was stirring,
not even a rat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hope that Yachurobi soon would be there.
Trunks and Bra were nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of Cell Jrs danced in their heads,
And Bulma in her see through teddy and I in my boxers,
Had just settled in to have a little fun HEH HEH.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what the hell was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
tore open the shutters and yelled, " WHO THE HELL'S ON MY ROOF!!!"
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow.
"Wait there's no moon!"
When what before my angry eyes should appear But a miniature hovercraft and seven tiny Nameks and one white cat.
With a big fat driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that damn Yachurobi who cut my tail off! RRRRRRRRRR...
Faster than a sparrows wings his coursers they came,
and he bitched and he shouted and called them by name
"Now, Dende! Now Dolen! now Piccolo and Vorran! On Corrain! on Codan! ON, Guru and Nail!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
Where they meet with an angry Vegeta who stood on the window's ledge.
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a hovercraft full of dragonballs- and Yachurobi too!
And then in a bang with cursing added,
I heard on the roof the loud footsteps of those creatures above.
As I drew in my hed and was turning around,
Down the chimney Yachurobi came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur,
from his head to his foot, and his clothes where all covered with blackened ashes and soot; "That's not all he's going to be covered in when I'm finished with him! BLOOD!" I thought devilishly.
A bundle of seven dragonballs he had slung on his back,
And he looked like a fat geezer just opening his pack.
His eyes how they..."eww why and I talking about his eyes?"
His dimples like rolls, his nose like a cherry!
WHY AM I RHYMING? STOP IT! STOP IT I SAY!
His droll little mouth was drawn down in a frown,
And the beard on is chin was a fake made of cotton
The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke,
It encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a brood face and little round belly
that shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of..."What's that stuff again?" Jelly...I wonder if he tastes nice over a spit and fire.
He was chubby and plump...a rather ugly human.
And I fell laughing on the floor when I saw him, in spite of myself.
He looked rediculous in that foolish gedup!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me the chance to blow off his head.
He spoke not a word, but went nervously straight to work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
I was standing before him a vein popping on my fore.
I charged up a ki blast preparing for his death.
and laying a finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
I stood stunned wondering, "THE HELL?!"
How he got his fat ass up there was a mystery to me but I quickly went after him to finish my deed.
He sprang to his hovercraft in a hurry I might add,
to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew with Piccolo grumbling.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
"AND DON'T COME BACK YOU BAKA!" I yelled in response.
THE END

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