Pull here to unwrap

[penelo]

MURRY WINTER
DESTINY'S HORIZON!

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[Snow Villiers]

I feel as if I need to do this...again.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the site
Not a character was stirring, not even Light
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that some would receive products for their hair

A few players were nestled all snug in their beds
While others had posts coming out of their heads
Some posts were amazing, some posts were crap
I think some people should have just taken a nap

From Cocoon to Gaia, there arose such a clatter
That all characters gathered to see what was the matter
Straight through the window some rushed with a crash
While others were modest enough not to flash

All of them were there, from Kefka to Snow
And normally a conflict such a gathering would sow
But what to their wandering eyes would appear
A man named Dysley, with fingernail polish to smear

He was so fabulous, so lively, so quick
That some might have even thought him a chick
In fearful gasps, they called out his name
And in a lisp he would respond just the same

"Now Lightning, now Serah!
Now Rygdea and Raines!
On Coulson, on Fang,
And the rest of your names!
Piteous l'Cie!
Bitches, answer my call!
Now wear these high heels,
and through the night you will fall!"

And at the characters' feet, those shoes did fly
Some chose to laugh at their misfortune, some had to cry
They hid from themselves and from all those they knew
But running was no option, most fell down too

They found themselves twinkling, they found themselves bright
And so it went on throughout the whole site
A few fell on their fronts, yet a few fell back
And their faces, if they did, Barthandelus did smack

He was dressed in all sequins, from his head to his foot
And Mr. Astley made sure to clean up all the soot
They walked down a runway, they turned all around
And all the other characters collapsed in a mound

Barty's eyes, how they twinkled, along with his nails!
He measured every movement, controlled every flail!
He had a pet owl, no, not a crow
And in every man's hair he did put a bow

For the girls he made sure to flash his white teeth
But each one was scared of what lied beneath
That odd wedding dress of his, concealing a belly
That everyone supposed looked something like jelly

He had moxie and spunk, quite full of himself
He understood the characters' fear in spite of himself
For they were merely humans, prone to such dread
But with their high heels they could never have fled

He spoke in his monologue, going straight to his work
But stopped when someone chose to call him a jerk
Laying a finger beside the culprit's nose
He caused the man, Zack, to wear panty hose

For the beauty of the scene, the fal'Cie gave a whistle
And loaded all the characters in a gun as if they were missiles
And some heard him explain, as they were launched out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a fabulous night!"

*bows*