Twas the night before Pokerus, when all through the blue
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pikachu;
The Seadots were hung on the tree with care,
In hopes that Delibird soon would be there;
The Eggs were nestled all snug in their Nests,
While visions of Pokeblocks danced in their heads;
And Mew in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled our Psy for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
I sprang from the bed to see if there were any toys.
Away to the window I flew like a swablu,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash flew,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny stanler,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
That I knew in a moment it must be delibird.
More rapid than rapidash his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
'Now, Dasher! now Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
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,
If they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So, up to the housetop the coursers they flew:
With a sleigh full of toys and Delibird too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The pawing and prancing of each little hoof -
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Delibird came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of pokeblocks he had flung on his back,
And he looks like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his beak like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his beak.
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spited of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, 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.
And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy pokerus to all and to all a good night.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pikachu;
The Seadots were hung on the tree with care,
In hopes that Delibird soon would be there;
The Eggs were nestled all snug in their Nests,
While visions of Pokeblocks danced in their heads;
And Mew in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled our Psy for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
I sprang from the bed to see if there were any toys.
Away to the window I flew like a swablu,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash flew,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny stanler,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
That I knew in a moment it must be delibird.
More rapid than rapidash his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
'Now, Dasher! now Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
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,
If they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So, up to the housetop the coursers they flew:
With a sleigh full of toys and Delibird too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The pawing and prancing of each little hoof -
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Delibird came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of pokeblocks he had flung on his back,
And he looks like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his beak like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his beak.
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spited of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, 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.
And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy pokerus to all and to all a good night.