Charizard Morph
has doomed us all.
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the cave not a Pokemon was stirring not even a raticate, the stockings were hung by charizards tail with care, in hopes that delibird would soon be there.
The young Pokemon were all snug in their beds while visions of pokeballs danced in their heads, butterfrees wings folded up tight, charizards tail used as a nightlight, when out on the lawn there was such a clatter, they sprung from their beds to see what was the matter.
Straight outside they flew in a flash, even though charizards tail burned the stockings to ash, the moon was shining on the brand-new snow, it looked just like an articunos ice flow.
When what to their wandering eyes should appear, but a small sleigh with eight stantler near, with a little bird so lively and quick, they knew in a second it was the poke St.Nick, faster than skarmaroy his corses they came, quickly and quietly he called them by name.
Now dizzy now spike now puncher and pompom, on timer, on mimer, on ashes and jack, to the top of the cave, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
As leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the cave-top the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys and that delibird too.
Then they saw with wide-open eyes, the landing of the sleigh on the cave roof. As they walked back inside, started turning around, in flew delibird without a sound.
His feathers were red from his beak to his claws, he was covered in snow so they soon saw, a bag of presents, his tail held like a sack, he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes oh they twinkled, his bright color how merry, why one could even say it was the same as a cherry, his tiny beak as bright as a bow, and the beard on his face was as white as the snow.
A small toothpick, he held in his beak, and as he landed he let out a squeak, he walked around slowly, examined the room, he then chuckled and smiled in the caves gloom, he set up decorations to lighten the mood.
Butterfree giggled in spite of herself, her mood was lighter than that of an elf, a wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon let them know they had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word and went straight to his work, using septiles tail as a tree, delibird then turned with a jerk, he flew out of the cave, into the air he rose, he waved to them, his sled drew close.
He hopped inside and gave his team a whistle, and away they flew like the down of a thistle, but they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!
The young Pokemon were all snug in their beds while visions of pokeballs danced in their heads, butterfrees wings folded up tight, charizards tail used as a nightlight, when out on the lawn there was such a clatter, they sprung from their beds to see what was the matter.
Straight outside they flew in a flash, even though charizards tail burned the stockings to ash, the moon was shining on the brand-new snow, it looked just like an articunos ice flow.
When what to their wandering eyes should appear, but a small sleigh with eight stantler near, with a little bird so lively and quick, they knew in a second it was the poke St.Nick, faster than skarmaroy his corses they came, quickly and quietly he called them by name.
Now dizzy now spike now puncher and pompom, on timer, on mimer, on ashes and jack, to the top of the cave, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
As leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the cave-top the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys and that delibird too.
Then they saw with wide-open eyes, the landing of the sleigh on the cave roof. As they walked back inside, started turning around, in flew delibird without a sound.
His feathers were red from his beak to his claws, he was covered in snow so they soon saw, a bag of presents, his tail held like a sack, he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes oh they twinkled, his bright color how merry, why one could even say it was the same as a cherry, his tiny beak as bright as a bow, and the beard on his face was as white as the snow.
A small toothpick, he held in his beak, and as he landed he let out a squeak, he walked around slowly, examined the room, he then chuckled and smiled in the caves gloom, he set up decorations to lighten the mood.
Butterfree giggled in spite of herself, her mood was lighter than that of an elf, a wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon let them know they had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word and went straight to his work, using septiles tail as a tree, delibird then turned with a jerk, he flew out of the cave, into the air he rose, he waved to them, his sled drew close.
He hopped inside and gave his team a whistle, and away they flew like the down of a thistle, but they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!