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‘Twas the night before Christmas, under the starry lifestream glow
Not a creature was stirring, not even a chocobo;
The kupo nuts were sitting on the table with care,
In hopes that a moogle would soon be there;
Yuffie was nestled all snug in her bed;
While visions of materia danced in her head;
And Cloud in his turtleneck, and Tifa in her gloves,
Had just settled down for a long night of love
When outside of 7th Heaven there rose a clatter,
Marlene sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away from her room she flew like a flash,
Sneaking through the bar to investigate the crash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave Avalanche’s new home a midnight glow.
On the rooftop appeared to be a critter in a little hat,
Marlene glanced out the window to reveal a red-nosed cat.
With a look at the little critter, so lively and quick,
Marlene knew in a moment, it must be Cait Sith.
More rapid than Bahamut his moogles they came,
He mewed through his megaphone and called them by name,
“Now, Mogsy! Now, Pom-Pom! Now Fluffy and Mog!
On, Jinglepaws! On, Snugglemuffin! On, Pudding and Mogrita!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the plate!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As whispers of the Whirlwind echoed through the sky,
They met obstacles, ascending, soaring high.
So up to the rooftop, the Moogles they flew,
With the Tiny Bronco full of Mog-stitched gifts, and Cait Sith too.
And then, in the twinkling, Marlene heard noises from aloft,
The prances and dances of the moogle flock,
As they drew in their heads and were turning around,
Through the window, Cait Sith went with a bound.
He was covered in fur, from his head to his paws,
And his megaphone adorned with a festive bow clutched between his claws;
A sack of toys and materia he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Mog King leading the pack.
His eyes, how they sparkled! His whiskers, how merry!
His tail was like a tinsel, his nose like a cherry.
His cape fluttered from the cold wind, oh-so-precious,
The deep red color would make even Vincent jealous.
He was furry and decorated, a right festive sight,
And Marlene giggled when she saw him, her heart alight.
With a wave of his paw, and a twirl of his head,
He assured her that Avalanche had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a meow and continued his quest,
And filled all the stockings with mogtastic zest.
Careful not to wake Barret who slept,
He gave a nod, through the window, he leapt
He sprang to the Tiny Bronco, his Moogle team gave a chear,
And away they all flew, with the Midgar sky finally clear
But Marlene heard him exclaim, as he he vanished from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”