'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bar
Not a villain was stirring, not even a Nomu; The stockings were hung by the bar with care,
In hopes that All Might wouldn't be there; The League was nestled all snug in there beds; while visions of killing All Might danced in there heads.
And Mamagiri in his 'kerchief and All for one in his cap; had just settled there brains from a long day of planning.
When out the abandoned building arose such clatter, Mamagiri sprang from his bed to what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash. Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
Twices van, that withheld the league,
With Tomura as the driver, the psychotic bitch,
He knew in that moment he was grounded.
More rapid his steps to them came.
And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name,
"Out Toga! Out Twice! Out Dabi! Out Nomu!"
"Come on Mustard and Magne too, come on Shigaraki as well!"
To there beds he dropped them off,
"Now sleep away. Sleep away all!"
As he left to his room he heard a great message.
"Merry Christmas to all!" They all shouted, he smiled with glee and headed to bed. In hopes that he would get some well deserved rest.
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So I hope you enjoyed that. Oh god, that took forever to write. Anyway happy holidays. Merry or happy whatever holiday you celebrate. Bye.
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