Yup yup, Santa Claws and Gwynn's Twas the Night before Mithramas are Mithra Pride traditions
'Twas the night before Mithramas, in every mog house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The leggings were hung by the moogle with care,
In hopes that St. Gwynn soon would be there;
The Mithrra were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tarukabobs danced in their heads;
And mamma in her hairpin, and I in my red cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out in the zone there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, there i cast {flash},
It tore open the shutters and blew up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day, set objects aglow,
When, what did my wondering eyes see down below,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny chocobo,
With a little mithra driver, so agile and thin,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Gwynn.
More rapid than Dragons her coursers they came,
And she 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 outpost! to the top of the wall!
Now {flee} away! {flee} away! {flee} 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 mog house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Gwynn too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Gwynn came with a bound.
She was dressed in RSE, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler just opening her gobbiepack.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the ears on her head were crested with snow;
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her teeth,
And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;
She had a small face and a tight little belly,
And a tail that shook, when she laughed, like a maze jelly.
She was slight and lithe, the great Santa Claws,
And I laughed when I saw her, I gave not a pause;
A wiggle of her ears and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the leggings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a {/nod}, up the chimney she rose;
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
"HAPPY MITHRAMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
And you evaded Spike flail too? omg, Shirai!
Maybe Santa Claws will take pity on you since Jormy is so mean about staying in one place- I swear that wyrm has ADD.
