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- 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Sixth
- Not a creature was stirring, not even a witch;
- Their trophies, that hung from the walls with great care,
- Of familiars and grief seeds that were filled with despair;
- The girls were nestled all snug in their beds;
- While visions of glory danced through their heads;
- And Russ in her ‘jammies, and Old Jack as well,
- Had their kids put to bed, and settled in for a spell,
- When out on the seas there arose such commotion,
- All of the Sixth looked out to the ocean.
- They ran down the stairs of witch flesh and bone,
- And some such as Madge could not help but groan,
- For up against the backdrop of the stars in the sky,
- Was a red blade that towered many stories high,
- And striding across it, clad in a red suit,
- Was a girl with short hair, and sacks full of loot.
- With a flourish and laugh, she brought forth her spoils,
- Wishing to show all the results of her toils.
- And she shouted with gusto, her voice rang like thunder,
- Calling out names from the Officio down under:
- "HAIL, BERRY! HAIL, BLUEBELL! HAIL, MORKAI AND ASHFORD!
- HAIL, CRESS! HAIL, SLAM! AND HAIL, WARMASTER!
- I return bearing gifts from my travels afar,
- Carried by she WHO OUTSHINES THE STARS!"
- For much as a swallow returns from migration,
- The Crunch Train has once more come home to its station;
- And all those present, even Eleanor Slam,
- Applauded the return of their big ham—
- And then, stepping forward, dropping down from her perch,
- Heather dropped on the rooftop with the fruits of her search.
- Hauling her gifts, she crashed through the wall,
- It seems some things had not changed at all.
- She herself dressed festive, and wore mistletoe
- In her hair, trailing ribbons from her red bow;
- A bundle of presents followed in her wake,
- And looking at her, there could be no mistake.
- Her eyes—how they sparked! Her soul gem ablaze!
- Her cheeks slightly pink, as though she’d been praised!
- Her mouth turned up in a cocksure smile,
- Her posture highlighting her confident style.
- She wore her long stockings, pattern-printed with roses,
- And tall black boots to cover her toes;
- Her height unremarkable in its average stature,
- But when it came to volume, no one could match her.
- She had curves here and here, her blue hair cut short,
- Her hand saluting as she gave her report;
- A thumbs up to Slam and another to Russ,
- Heather laid out the sacks that made her cause a fuss;
- She said not one word as the boxes spilled out,
- One for each girl! Crunch had gone all out!
- And handing a package to Eleanor from home,
- Heather had found something Elly forgot long ago;
- A teddy bear doll, its tears all stitched up,
- Still fuzzy and warm and full of soft fluff.
- What Crunch said next, to her sounded sublime —
- “Merry Crunchmas to all, for it’s Crunchmas ALL THE TIME!”
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