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a_sin_for_him) wrote in victory_road2018-12-25 03:55 pm
Video - Evening Dec 24th
[The video feed opens on a cheerful looking scene, a Christmas tree and gifts and a ruddy glow promising a fireplace offscreen. After a moment, Harry Mason enters the frame...dressed as Santa Claus. And quite impressively so. He turns to the screen with a warm smile and 'ho ho ho!']
It's almost Christmas, and your friends here at the Miss Fitz Story Hour have a special surprise for you all! We'd like to share a holiday poem, re-written so that everyone here can enjoy it.
[Harry walks past the Christmas tree and the screen follows him. There is indeed a roaring fire in a fireplace, and a wing backed armchair beside it. Lust, dressed in a red and white velvet dress, is sitting in it with a large unmarked book in her lap. A Houndoom wearing an elf's hat is sprawled in front of her.]
[Harry continues.]
And here to read it is our very own Miss Fitz!
[He takes a seat on a footstool on the other side of the fire place and Lust takes over.]
Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Ease...or should I say Mr. Claus? And now, without further ado...
[Lust lifts the book in her lap and lowers her eyes to it.]
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a Meowstic.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
All the trainers and breeders were nestled in their beds,
while visions of Delibird danced in their heads,
my Munna in their 'kerchief and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winter's 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 threw up a sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave the lustre of midday to objects below.
Then on the yard, upsetting my planters -
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Stantlers!
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick!
More rapid than Braviary 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, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the Stantlers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas 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. Nicholas 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 merchant just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a Cherubi!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as Abomasnow
;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a fat Octillery.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
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 call,
And away they all flew like the down of a Wingull.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
[Lust lowers the book, and Harry rises to stand beside the chair. The Houndoom raises his head and gives a quiet 'hoounn'.]
And a happy Christmas to you all, from all of us.
[The feed cuts out.]
It's almost Christmas, and your friends here at the Miss Fitz Story Hour have a special surprise for you all! We'd like to share a holiday poem, re-written so that everyone here can enjoy it.
[Harry walks past the Christmas tree and the screen follows him. There is indeed a roaring fire in a fireplace, and a wing backed armchair beside it. Lust, dressed in a red and white velvet dress, is sitting in it with a large unmarked book in her lap. A Houndoom wearing an elf's hat is sprawled in front of her.]
[Harry continues.]
And here to read it is our very own Miss Fitz!
[He takes a seat on a footstool on the other side of the fire place and Lust takes over.]
Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Ease...or should I say Mr. Claus? And now, without further ado...
[Lust lifts the book in her lap and lowers her eyes to it.]
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a Meowstic.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
All the trainers and breeders were nestled in their beds,
while visions of Delibird danced in their heads,
my Munna in their 'kerchief and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winter's 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 threw up a sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave the lustre of midday to objects below.
Then on the yard, upsetting my planters -
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Stantlers!
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick!
More rapid than Braviary 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, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the Stantlers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas 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. Nicholas 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 merchant just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a Cherubi!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as Abomasnow
;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a fat Octillery.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
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 call,
And away they all flew like the down of a Wingull.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
[Lust lowers the book, and Harry rises to stand beside the chair. The Houndoom raises his head and gives a quiet 'hoounn'.]
And a happy Christmas to you all, from all of us.
[The feed cuts out.]