(( With christmas around the corner, I'm not much of a writer... but lets give this holiday thing a shot.))
The ninja before christmas
Twas the night before christmas, and perched on the house.
Stood a crimson ninja, quiet as a mouse.
No foot prints would be left he had to take care,
No one was to know that he had been there.
He had checked to make sure the kids were in bed,
This year there would be no lopping of heads.
The mother and father laid down for a nap,
The ninja reached in his pocked and double checked his map.
His scarf blew in the wind the ends in a tatter,
He jumped for the chimney ignoring the ladder.
He was out of sight in nothing but a flash,
He hit the bottom, now dressed like J.Cash.
The roof now empty, except for the snow,
The moon had nothing not even footprints to show.
He brushed the soot off with an anime tear,
He gave a look to the cookies and shook his head with a leer.
He threw his star at the cookies with just a flick,
He then disposed of the cookies right quick.
Now sure the room clear he sighed all the same,
recalling a poem with flying deer all with silly a name.
Something like daser dancer panzer and Nixon,
Commet cupid and some sort of vixon.
Up the chimney he went back to the wall,
Such a silly idea, he came out in a crawl.
He picked up his bag with a slight sigh,
Some Every year was the same never a thing new,
Fat old and bearded none of it was true.
Back down the chimney leaving the roof,
apparently what the media needed was proof.
entering the living room with out a sound,
He supposed it was good he had never been found.
a present fell from the bag and was caught with his foot,
he was after all a master and that was simply put.
Made his way across the floor not stepping on a crack,
he looked like a burgler with a burlap sack.
Planting the gifts he made sure not to terry,
noticing a tag to a man named larry.
he escaped up the chimney just like a pro,
Climbed out the chimney his bag in tow.
Across the roof he ran a kunai in his teeth,
Leaping to avoid wreacking a wreath.
He turned on his Ipod shuffle went to Nelly,
He then fast forwarded to a Clarkson named Kelly.
The ninja ran to the next house quiet as an elf,
He liked kellys positive reinfocement of self.
Leaping to the roof hoping the family was snuggled in bed,
He checked all the bedrooms of the house of Ted.
Saying not a word, he went streight to his work,
To him breaking and entering to him was a perk.
A noise caught his attention and his body froze,
It was a cute little puppy with a cute little nose.
The puppy growled backing into the thissle,
Before the puppy could bark, a trank dart was flung like a missle.
Leaving presents for all he ducked out of sight,
Merry christmas fools and too all a good night.
The ninja before christmas
Twas the night before christmas, and perched on the house.
Stood a crimson ninja, quiet as a mouse.
No foot prints would be left he had to take care,
No one was to know that he had been there.
He had checked to make sure the kids were in bed,
This year there would be no lopping of heads.
The mother and father laid down for a nap,
The ninja reached in his pocked and double checked his map.
His scarf blew in the wind the ends in a tatter,
He jumped for the chimney ignoring the ladder.
He was out of sight in nothing but a flash,
He hit the bottom, now dressed like J.Cash.
The roof now empty, except for the snow,
The moon had nothing not even footprints to show.
He brushed the soot off with an anime tear,
He gave a look to the cookies and shook his head with a leer.
He threw his star at the cookies with just a flick,
He then disposed of the cookies right quick.
Now sure the room clear he sighed all the same,
recalling a poem with flying deer all with silly a name.
Something like daser dancer panzer and Nixon,
Commet cupid and some sort of vixon.
Up the chimney he went back to the wall,
Such a silly idea, he came out in a crawl.
He picked up his bag with a slight sigh,
Some Every year was the same never a thing new,
Fat old and bearded none of it was true.
Back down the chimney leaving the roof,
apparently what the media needed was proof.
entering the living room with out a sound,
He supposed it was good he had never been found.
a present fell from the bag and was caught with his foot,
he was after all a master and that was simply put.
Made his way across the floor not stepping on a crack,
he looked like a burgler with a burlap sack.
Planting the gifts he made sure not to terry,
noticing a tag to a man named larry.
he escaped up the chimney just like a pro,
Climbed out the chimney his bag in tow.
Across the roof he ran a kunai in his teeth,
Leaping to avoid wreacking a wreath.
He turned on his Ipod shuffle went to Nelly,
He then fast forwarded to a Clarkson named Kelly.
The ninja ran to the next house quiet as an elf,
He liked kellys positive reinfocement of self.
Leaping to the roof hoping the family was snuggled in bed,
He checked all the bedrooms of the house of Ted.
Saying not a word, he went streight to his work,
To him breaking and entering to him was a perk.
A noise caught his attention and his body froze,
It was a cute little puppy with a cute little nose.
The puppy growled backing into the thissle,
Before the puppy could bark, a trank dart was flung like a missle.
Leaving presents for all he ducked out of sight,
Merry christmas fools and too all a good night.
