(Note: the previous 98 Apps are online at
http://www.davidpascal.com/fics)
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the dojo
Not a shonen was stirring, nor even a shoujo;
The Pocky was set by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nikorasu would be there;
The fanboys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While FFML fanfics danced in their heads;
And ma in her fuku, and I with my SMAP,
Had just settled down for a sake night-cap,
When over the roof there arose such a quaking,
I sprang from my futon to see what was shakin^�,
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sailor senshi, with five flying babes near!
The sextet of sailor-suit maids were all Japs;
(The one with pink hair laid some ^�pink sugar^� raps);
And there on the snow, one more sailor, akimbo;
And hanging above, on my roof, a red bimbo;
And the principal babe seemed a total buffoon.
I knew in a flash it must be Sailor Moon!
More rapid than tax time, six henshins then came,
And Usagi-chan shouted, and called out by name:
"Oi, Ami! Oi, Mino! Hai, Mokoto Kino!
Oi, Chibiusa! And hey you too, Rei Hino!
On top of that roof! By that grey chimney-wall!
There! Smash away! smash away! smash away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on my roof
A massive explosion -- KA-BOOM! It went poof.
And as I looked through at the sky half in shock,
Down the chimney came Kaolinite BAM like a rock!
She was dressed all in red, from her can to her snoot,
And her bod was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A stream of grey smoke shimmied up from her back,
She looked like a street person zonked on bad crack!
I ran out to cuss them for trashing my home,
But the girl on the snow then awoke with a moan,
And down from the sky like a snowflake from Heaven,
Usagi-chan floated, her shiny wand waving.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lips like a cherry!
On her droll little breasts was a ruby-red bow,
And her sailor fuku shone as white as the snow.
She had big blue eyes and a flat little belly,
And I shook, when she smiled, like a bowlful of jelly.
But the tilt of her nose and her curt schoolgirl glance,
Soon gave me to know I had no freakin^� chance.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her pal,
And helped up Haruka-san; then, rising tall
And waving her wand in the air, with a pose,
They flew up, and over the chimneys they rose.
She sprang through the air, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a sakura thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she winged out of sight,
^�Merry Christmas to all -- even you, Kaolinite!^�
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( Merry Christmas, everybody -- )
David Pascal
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