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(from the POV of Begonias)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Red Vox
Not a creature was stirring, not even an ox
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nick Knack soon would be there

The Children were nestled all snug under beds
While renting apartments danced in their heads
And Marlone with his whiskey, and I with my booze
Had just settled down to watch nightly news

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We both were quite drunk so it didn't quite matter
"Might be important," he said as he shrugged,
"Maybe a crime, or that someone got mugged?"

I got up to check out the scene just in case
If this was more Dallas, I'd punch his fat face
When what to my defocused eyes did appear,
But six singing idols and their van full of gear

With a creepy old driver so fond of leering
I knew in a moment it must be that Kieran
More graceful than angels his singers they came,
And he whistled, and gestured, and called them by name:

“Sakura! Kyoko! Akane! Yukari!
Hey Riko, Megumi, sing louder! I’m sorry!
For the cops on the force! For the factory fall!
Now sing of it, sing of it, sing of it all!”

Of heroes that faced down the Sycamour team
Who fought, raised all hell, and then thwarted their scheme
So up to the chorus the idols they sang
With a song in six voices about Bathsheba's gang

And then in a twinkling, I started to shout
This noisy-ass group ought to get the fuck out
As I conjured my spells and was ready to blast
Down the chimney St. Nicholai came really fast

He was dressed all in junk, from his head to his feet,
And I cursed with a phrase that I shan't repeat
He was joined by a team that all had his back
A speedster, a skater, and singer in fact

The first one was Dallas, about much is said,
Like how he hides people beneath his own bed
The second was Lewis, whose speed has no equal
Too bad Auster says he is merely a sequel

The last is Ayami, who sings like she fights
Her logic's conclusions keeps Nick awake nights
They make a good group and have some successes
But leave it to us to clean up their messes

They're whiny and weird and a hooligan squad
And because they exist I know there's no God
I know we are dealing with Master of Puppets
But can’t we do better than this crew of muppets?

I knew if I spoke that I’d sound like a jerk,
And I really am grateful for all of their work
And laying a hand inside his old bag,
Nick then gifted me with some very nice swag

They got me a bottle of WhistlePig Rye
I choked back a tear as they said their goodbyes
But I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight-
"Happy Christmas to all, and now back to the fight!"