>A Christmas Greentext (Greentext, obv.)

>On the roof of ol' Fazbear's, alone in the cold.
>Sat a greedy gold bear, to "Stay out of mine sight" he'd been told.

>For it was good Freddy who'd dare, to keep Goldie in that seat.
>How he did it was bold, he filled the suit with concrete.

>Goldie would not stay alone, his solitude would be fought.
>By who else of course, but the scientist rabbot.

>The rabbot's gaze met with Goldie's, who said nothing at all.
>Until Bonnie asked "If I pushed you, how hard would you fall?"

>"Enough for it to likely suck" Goldie replied with a chuckle.
>"But go ahead and push your luck" he dared, as he flexed his knuckle.

>"Why are you just sitting there?" asked Bonnie in confusion.
>"My gift to the business bear." answered Goldie in conclusion.

>Laughing derisively Bonnie snarked, "Figures your only present is staying out of his way."
>Stated the gold bear with a snicker, "I go with what works, it's the spirit of this day."

>With a roll of its eyes, the rabbot sat down next to Goldie.
>And so the golden bear asked "Is that all? I expected you to treat me more coldly."

>"It's Christmas, that will do for now sir." the rabbot stated with quick wit.
>But then Bonnie was startled, as Goldie put an arm over the robot rabbit.

>"I figure this is what you want" teased Goldie, noting the rabbot's cheek lights.
>For Bonnie was now squirming in embarrassment, an uncharacteristically cute sight.

>"So I'll hold you like this, where no one can see." offered the golden bear.
>"Even though everyone knows, that you belong to me." stated Goldie in a tone of affection that was rare.

>"Merry Christmas Bonnie" said Goldie, quite clearly amused.
>"Merry Christmaa-augh!" replied Bonnie, who'd just blown another fuse.