Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Shuhei soon would be there.
Akira was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of Cappy danced in her head.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Akira sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the chest of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a sexy driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Shuhie
More rapid than eagles he coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Ichigo! now, Toshiro! now, Chad and Joshiro
On, Kain! On Urahara, Bakuya! on, on Noba and Kon!
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 wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sake, and St Shuhie too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Shuhie came with a bound.
he was dressed all in red leather, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all sexy with ashes and soot.
A bundle of sake he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a sex god, just opening his pack.
he was sexy and hot, a right sexy elf,
And I blushed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that he's full steam ahead
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 aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas Akira and have a good-night!"
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