Chapter 8 - 'Twas the Night Before Ninmas

 
'Twas the night before Ninmas, when all through the base
Not a creature was stirring, not even Zetsu's white face;
Their leggings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jashin soon would be there;
The Akatsuki were restless tucked tight in their beds,
While visions of massacre trounced through their heads;
And Konan in her PJs, and Pein in his too,
Had just settled down after Tobi's Ninmas stew,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door, they all ninja ran,
Kisame opened the door, with his foot, not his hand.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the dead things below,
When, what to Itachi's red eyes should be found,
But a deadly looking sleigh, and eight tiny hell-hounds,
With a little old driver, so full of sin,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Jashin.
More explosive than clay birds his coursers they came,
And he screeched, and he yowled, and he called them by name;
"Now, Lasher! Now, Bloody! Now, Gutty and Blade!
On, Blitzkrieg! on Cut-Lash! on, Dagger and Sage!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sharp things, and St. Jashin too.
And then, in a thundering, they looked up and saw,
The skidding and pounding of each little paw.
As they ran in the base, and were rounding the corner,
Down the chimney came St. Jashin, but Tobi hit the room border.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his face was all tarnished with blood, ashes, and soot;
A bundle of blades he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they shimmered! His back-hair, how hairy!!
His cheeks were like blood, his appearance made Hidan merry!
His droll little mouth was drawn down like a bow,
And the teeth in his mouth, like a death light they glow;
The stump of a finger he held tight in his teeth,
And the blood, it encircled his neck like a wreath;
He had a stout face and a little flat belly,
That scrunched, when he walked, and his breath; it was smelly.
He was skinny and vile, a right evil immortal elf,
And Hidan gasped when he saw him, in spite of himself;
A glare in his eye and a crack of his neck,
He spun around quick, leaving the base a big wreck;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And burned all the leggings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his middle finger aside of his nose,
And giving a screech, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But they heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Horrible Ninmas to all, and to all a bad-night."
 
 
 
 
 
 
Original: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but, I do own the idea.
 

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