The Brawl Before Christmas

'Twas the Brawl before Christmas, when all through the house
The only thing stirring was a tiny electric mouse;
The game discs were placed inside the Wii with care,
In hopes that Sakurai-san soon would be there;
The Smashers were passed out not even in their beds,
While visions of F-smashes danced in their heads;
Where Peach in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just met on FD to wake Bowser from a nap,
When back in reality there arose such a clatter,
I sprang off the floor to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And pulled away what looked like Captain Falcons sash.
The moon cast on the breast of the Summits snow
Shone off of the Topis and Polar Bears below,
When, what to my Smash-loving eyes should appear,
But a red Landmaster, and eight Yoshis, not reindeer,
With a strange little driver, so teasing and quick,
I knew it must be Sakurai, and not St. Nick.
More rapid than Sonic, those dragons they came,
And with Smash Ball in hand, he called them by name;
"Now, Red! now, Blue! now, Yellow, not Vixen!
On, Pink! on Cyan! on, Black, wheres Blitzen?
To the top of the stage! Fly up along that wall!
Now smash away! smash away! smash away all!"
As Smashers on Hyrule Castle when the tornado fly,
Meet an obstacle, double-jump, up-B to the sky,
So up to the house-top the Yoshis they flew,
With a list full of techniques, and Sakurai too.
And then, with a speedy shine, I heard on the roof
The jumping and plodding of each little hoof.
As I clutched my controller, turning around,
Down the chimney Sakurai-san came with a bound.
He was dressed in Wolfs fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were singed with PK Fire and soot;
Loads of fan complaints he carried on his back,
And he looked like a scapegoat opening his pack.
His eyes so tired! his hair part, how merry!
His cheeks were like Kirbies, his nose like a cherry!
His worried mouth was scrambled just like a bow,
And after Brawl, his skin was as white as the snow;
Since he never smiled, he never showed his teeth,
And the sadness around him even killed the wreath;
Slaving over the game, he hardly had a belly,
Who knew that his entire diet consisted solely of jelly.
And his height, short and tiny like an elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A tremendous wavedash and a nod of his head,
Soon let me know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled the stockings with Melee; then turned with a jerk,
Pulling out a tissue and blowing his nose,
Do you love me now? and up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his Landmaster, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Category:

Gaming

Tags:

• super
• smash
• brothers
• bros
• brawl
• masahiro
• sakurai
• melee
• 64
• yoshi
• xmas
• merry
• christmas
• happy
• holidays
• wii

[matt7ish]

mp3 download

[infernobird]

t'hats so kool

[kelstar12345678]

Haha awesome

[NOTknownlight]

Pretty sweet, Youko. I laughed at "blowing his nose".

[weasel0024]

Even better on Christmas!

[BSWarHawk]

i love the background music

[Cyberlink420]

Bravo, dude. Seriously.

[chubbs2067]

wow, that was incredible

[RandomlineProduction]

So awesome!

[IWontGetOvertheDam]

I laughed. Good job, Youko.