4th Day- The Night Before Cringe-mas

'Twas the night before Cringe-mas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a Grell. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Connor soon would be there. The weebs were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of smelly eggs danced in their heads

And Ciel in his PJs, and Sebastian with his cats, had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Sebastian sprang from the bed ready to see whose blood would be splattered.

Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the windows, and threw up apart the curtains.The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the luster of mid-day to objects below; when, what to his cold eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight weird characters. With a driver, so weird and funny looking. He knew in a moment it must be St. Connor.

More rapid than Sebastians' Roasts, his coursers they came. And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Tsukiyama, now! Kaneki, now! Tamaki and Claude! On! Levi, on! Eren, on! Viktor and Kyoya; 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 Kinder Eggs—‌and St. Connor too. And then in a twinkling, he heard on the roof, the groaning and moaning of each little weird person. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Connor came with a bound: he was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot.

A bundle of Kinder Eggs was flung on his back and he look'd like a weaboo just opening his pack: his eyes‍—‌how they twinkled! His dimples: how cute, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; his droll little mouth was drawn up in a smirk and the beard of his chin was brown as dirt.

The traces of chocolate he had smeared on his lip and looking so innocent, it should be criminal. He had a funny face, and a little round belly that shook when he laugh'd, from over eating Kinder Eggs. He was adorable and funny, a right jolly guy he should be and Sebastian laugh'd when he saw him in spite of himself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.

St. Connor spoke not a word, but went straight to his work and fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. Bu

ut Sebastian heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight‍—‌

Happy Cringe-mas to all, and to all a cringy night.