T'was How I (awesomely) Saved Christmas.

kwa Black*Star (the man who surpasses God.)


T'was the night before Christmas

Dead Silence filled the City.

Not a creature was stirring not even was Mizune.

The stockings were hung kwa the chim'ney with care,

New shades for soul and three tiny samaki for Blair.

Kid was nestled all snug in his bed.

While visions of symmetry danced in his head.

While Tsubaki in her kimono, and I in my cap, herufi kubwa had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

While up on the roof there came aloud SSNNOOOK!

So up I went to beat the crap outta that crook.

I sprang from the window with Tsubaki in hand.

Enchanted sword mode would get his hide tanned.

I leapt up juu the roof and what do wewe know?

To what looked like a kishin stood in the snow.

I used the handle and down he fell with a FLOP

Before Tsubaki could say "BLACK*STAR! WAIIIT! STOP!"

As I looked down at the thing I had knocked out, she explained to me what krisimasi was about.

I looked from the fat man, to the other side of the roof.

Where eight tiny reindeer stood all aloof.

It was there that I knew what I needed to do.

I took off the man's hat and both of his boots.

I put them both on, and then tried out the coat.

"I LOOK AWESOME! Tsubaki, no need to gloat."

So we got in the sleigh, Tsubaki looked back.

"Those are kid's presents, over there! In the sack!"

"All of those, just for Kid? He's really a freak."

"No, I mean the children in the City." Tsubaki looked bleak.

Away we went, off into the night, while that creepy moon laughed in the hazy starlight.

"To Suzie, a plushie. To Wilson a bat,"

"to Gary a puppy, to Gina a cat."

"To Eliza, a bathrobe, to Sarah, Soul Eater volume one.

These kids need mental help, thought I. They needed a ton.

Tsubaki held out the orodha and continued to read.

I continued to fly, over the clouds and into the sky.

We landed on rooftops and into houses we went.

While the unknowing fools, silently slept.

My assassin-like reflexes were so keen and quick

Unlike Maka's whose attacks make me want to be sick.

After all night of working, even though, un-planned.

We had aliyopewa everyone presents…

Except for Miss Marie. (She wanted a husband)

Tsubaki fed the deer, I gave back the clothes, and back down through the window we goes.

We never saw the man again, but I heard him that night.

He said. "BLACK*STAR, YOUR'RE THE BEST GOD EVER ALIVE!"

I chuckled at once, and looked out the window, through the glass.

"MERRY krisimasi EVERYONE- wewe CAN ALL KISS MY-"


-----------"Black*Star, er, wewe can stop there." Professor Stein stopped Black*Star.

"BUT PROFESSOR! I HAVN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE GOOD PART!"

"ten out of fifty points. Your essay was a complete failure, it was supposed to be an oral reciting of a real poem."

"BUT IT WAS REAL!" Black*Star shouted as looked around the classroom at the confused faces.

"First of all 'goes' is not a word. Second, wewe may have hurt some other students' feelings." Professor Stein leaned back in his chair and wrote something down on a pad of paper. Maka glared at Black*Star from the third row up.

"Ugh. Fine." Black*Star trudged to his seat.

"I thought it was great." Tsubaki patted him, encouragingly, on the back.

"Heh, heh, he just didn't want me to tell the class what HE got for Christmas. How embarrassing!" Black*Star grumbled.