Post by Toomai on Dec 24, 2006 22:00:40 GMT -5
‘Twas the night before Christmas
when all through the land
Not a creature was stirring,
or even a hand.
The memory cards were hung by the Warp Pipes
with care,
In hopes that the givers of gifts would
be there.
The Toads and the Koopas were all snug in
their beds,
While visions of chocolate danced in
their heads.
Kokiri all sleeping with their
conical caps,
Each one having their own
long winter nap.
When out in the plains there arose
such a clatter,
Many Waddle Dees sprang to see
what was the matter.
Away to the windows they puffed up
and flew,
To see if their thoughts turned out
to be true.
The moon shone upon the
new-fallen snow,
Which covered all objects in
crystals below.
When what to all wondering eyes
would appear,
A traveling pack, as fast
as a deer.
With a walk so distinctive, for all
to know,
They knew right away it was those
of Nintendo.
More rapid than Banzais the heroes
approached,
Upon each village, they quickly
encroached,
“Now, Kirby! Now, Yoshi! Now,
Pichu and Roy!
On, Falco! On, DK! On, Link
as a boy!”
“To each little house! In each little
town!
Go forth, and give presents to destroy
every frown!”
As the ripples that spread from a
pebble in lake,
The heroes dispersed, leaving nought
in their wake.
From a centralized mob to a gallery
of many,
The power of giving was worth
every penny.
So then, in each house, there was
such little noise,
That when each hero came, it seemed like
hundreds of toys.
As each child stole their bed, the pipes
made their sound,
And in came a hero with a
light bound.
Some were covered in fur from their
ears to their tail,
Others wore sorts of garments like
gauntlets and mail.
From their hammerspace came a small
ten-sided disc,
Which made the gift-giving
speedy and frisk.
Though all were unique, there were
common traits,
Like a will that was strong and without
any breaks.
Their courage was fine, their power
was stunning,
If nightmares were to come, then each one
would come running.
But the differences betwixt each hero
were grand,
As some were man-size, others fit
in a hand.
The powers they had were completely
unique,
Most had special items that helped in
a beat.
With fire and ice, or lightning and
wind,
Any evil to pass would be certainly
thinned.
And although their two rivals were
cunning and buffed,
The Nintendo Elite, of knowledge
were stuffed.
For each house in the land of
video games,
Each hero had something to give
to their names.
Once charity was through, the Warp Pipes
were used,
And descended each hero, as kids
will soon be amused.
They came back together in the plains
in the snow,
With their unity back they all had
to go.
But these Nintendo Elites were not done
with their night:
“Merry Christmas to all, and the Wii
is in sight!”
when all through the land
Not a creature was stirring,
or even a hand.
The memory cards were hung by the Warp Pipes
with care,
In hopes that the givers of gifts would
be there.
The Toads and the Koopas were all snug in
their beds,
While visions of chocolate danced in
their heads.
Kokiri all sleeping with their
conical caps,
Each one having their own
long winter nap.
When out in the plains there arose
such a clatter,
Many Waddle Dees sprang to see
what was the matter.
Away to the windows they puffed up
and flew,
To see if their thoughts turned out
to be true.
The moon shone upon the
new-fallen snow,
Which covered all objects in
crystals below.
When what to all wondering eyes
would appear,
A traveling pack, as fast
as a deer.
With a walk so distinctive, for all
to know,
They knew right away it was those
of Nintendo.
More rapid than Banzais the heroes
approached,
Upon each village, they quickly
encroached,
“Now, Kirby! Now, Yoshi! Now,
Pichu and Roy!
On, Falco! On, DK! On, Link
as a boy!”
“To each little house! In each little
town!
Go forth, and give presents to destroy
every frown!”
As the ripples that spread from a
pebble in lake,
The heroes dispersed, leaving nought
in their wake.
From a centralized mob to a gallery
of many,
The power of giving was worth
every penny.
So then, in each house, there was
such little noise,
That when each hero came, it seemed like
hundreds of toys.
As each child stole their bed, the pipes
made their sound,
And in came a hero with a
light bound.
Some were covered in fur from their
ears to their tail,
Others wore sorts of garments like
gauntlets and mail.
From their hammerspace came a small
ten-sided disc,
Which made the gift-giving
speedy and frisk.
Though all were unique, there were
common traits,
Like a will that was strong and without
any breaks.
Their courage was fine, their power
was stunning,
If nightmares were to come, then each one
would come running.
But the differences betwixt each hero
were grand,
As some were man-size, others fit
in a hand.
The powers they had were completely
unique,
Most had special items that helped in
a beat.
With fire and ice, or lightning and
wind,
Any evil to pass would be certainly
thinned.
And although their two rivals were
cunning and buffed,
The Nintendo Elite, of knowledge
were stuffed.
For each house in the land of
video games,
Each hero had something to give
to their names.
Once charity was through, the Warp Pipes
were used,
And descended each hero, as kids
will soon be amused.
They came back together in the plains
in the snow,
With their unity back they all had
to go.
But these Nintendo Elites were not done
with their night:
“Merry Christmas to all, and the Wii
is in sight!”
