We couldn't let this year go by without telling our fabled bedtime story :D
‘Twas the night before Christmas in Vana’diel,
and no one was stirring throughout FU’s shell.
The stockings, hung up by the moogles with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there.
The members were nestled--all snug in one bed,
While visions of Sniper’s Rings +1s danced in their heads.
(Stop touching me, Morgue)
While Shim in her tunic, and me in pimp hat
Had just settled down for a short Lightsday nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my mog house to see what was the matter.
Out of my bed, faster than Ladysnowflake stutters,
Something broke through the window
and knocked down the shutters.
The moonlight showed both the new-fallen snow,
And the tiny Pokiehl mooning me from below.
When, what else my wondering eyes should thend find,
But a eight small chocobo, with a red sleigh behind.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
Not like those old, Sunday driving-Cadillac ******
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Jonin! now Forbin! now Kaimoria and Chiiru!
On Pinki! on Taeli, on Morbo and Bartholomew!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!â€
Looking into my mog house as St.Nicholas flew,
They’d stolen my furnishings, my small moogle too.
But I heard him exclaim, something all bastards do,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, an FU!â€