Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the base
Was the resounding echo of Gen
Stuffing her face.
Oblivious to the season
She had found quite a feast
Pies, cakes and sugarplums
And of course, roast beast.
As she licked the plates clean,
Mag popped inside,
As he started angrily screaming,
Gen, confused, ran to hide.
"That was for Christmas," Mag sputtered
"Christmas, a time for joy!"
As the other members filed in,
All sighed a resounding "Oh boy..."
Gen saw what she had done
And felt very very sad.
She didn't want the Legendary to think
That she was bad.
She left the base, her mind a twitter
And paced outside in thought.
How to repair the damage
Her stomach had wrought?
She smiled and grinned
As an idea unfurled
With a beat of her wings
Into the sky she hurtled
She searched high and low
Trying to find
The perfect thing to repair
A ruined Christmas time.
And at the base,
The Legendary were cleaning
Bits of food Gen had got
On the floors and ceiling.
"Don't worry Mag," they all said
"She's not a bad lizard,"
"She just has hollow legs"
"And can't fill her gizzard..."
When from the base portal
Arose such a clatter
All the members ran over
To see what was the matter.
There was Gen, her arms loaded with stuff!
Ham, pies, cakes, rolls, a feast!
A spread fit for a king,
To say the least.
The main course, a little unsettling -
Gen had gone hunting, so it seemed
For she had brought a brace of Rikti Monkeys
Their faces locked in a silent scream.
Gen herself cooked up the dinner
And much to everyone's surprise,
Her cooking skills were impeccable!
And tears filled everyone's eyes.
Even the Rikti Monkey roast
Was eaten with delight
"A little tough, but now we see,"
"Why you eat these guys every night!"
The feasting went on for hours
And merriment and mirth were had
Their bellies filled with her food,
Indeed, everyone was glad!
As laughter filled the air
Gen simply smiled and said,
"Merry Christmas to all!"
And took herself to bed.
And all through the base
Was the resounding echo of Gen
Stuffing her face.
Oblivious to the season
She had found quite a feast
Pies, cakes and sugarplums
And of course, roast beast.
As she licked the plates clean,
Mag popped inside,
As he started angrily screaming,
Gen, confused, ran to hide.
"That was for Christmas," Mag sputtered
"Christmas, a time for joy!"
As the other members filed in,
All sighed a resounding "Oh boy..."
Gen saw what she had done
And felt very very sad.
She didn't want the Legendary to think
That she was bad.
She left the base, her mind a twitter
And paced outside in thought.
How to repair the damage
Her stomach had wrought?
She smiled and grinned
As an idea unfurled
With a beat of her wings
Into the sky she hurtled
She searched high and low
Trying to find
The perfect thing to repair
A ruined Christmas time.
And at the base,
The Legendary were cleaning
Bits of food Gen had got
On the floors and ceiling.
"Don't worry Mag," they all said
"She's not a bad lizard,"
"She just has hollow legs"
"And can't fill her gizzard..."
When from the base portal
Arose such a clatter
All the members ran over
To see what was the matter.
There was Gen, her arms loaded with stuff!
Ham, pies, cakes, rolls, a feast!
A spread fit for a king,
To say the least.
The main course, a little unsettling -
Gen had gone hunting, so it seemed
For she had brought a brace of Rikti Monkeys
Their faces locked in a silent scream.
Gen herself cooked up the dinner
And much to everyone's surprise,
Her cooking skills were impeccable!
And tears filled everyone's eyes.
Even the Rikti Monkey roast
Was eaten with delight
"A little tough, but now we see,"
"Why you eat these guys every night!"
The feasting went on for hours
And merriment and mirth were had
Their bellies filled with her food,
Indeed, everyone was glad!
As laughter filled the air
Gen simply smiled and said,
"Merry Christmas to all!"
And took herself to bed.
