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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Gorosaurus watching Speedy Gonazales cartoons;
Gorosaurus: Look what happened to that cat, well at least he didn’t deal with a kangaroo.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Father of Ultra soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Gigan danced to Jingle Bell Rock in their heads;
And Mothra in her 'kerchief, and I, Godzilla in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Godzilla: I thought it was a ladder, like the Tim Allen Christmas classic movie, The Santa Clause say it too be, well back to the poem.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I 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 my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny kaiju,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be the Father of Ultra.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Baragon! Now, Pagos! Now Neronga and Magular!
On, Gabora! on, Anguirus! on, Guiron and Jiger!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
Rodan: Don’t forget about me, Rodan, the red-nose Kaiju.
Baragon: Rodan, you are not in this poem.
Rodan: Grrrrr. (flies away)
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and Father of Ultra too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little kaiju paws.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Father of Ultra came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Father of Ultra: Uh I actually silver, red, fit, and got horns also an awesome cape.
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
Gabara: What you called me?
Father of Ultra: Hey Shrek, you're not in this poem, please leave.
Gabara: Shrek? Where?!?
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Gamera: There’s it done.
Orga: You just change some words, and add random cameos from Rodan and Gabara.
Gamera: Well it’s a great poem so I only changed some of the words.
Ultraman: Wait, the Father of Ultra was Santa Claus?!?
Ultraman Ace: Yes, did you see the episode of my series, Ultraman?
Ultraman: Well I didn’t know that you even got a Christmas episode, Ace, so no.
Mother of Ultra: Well I also Mrs. Claus, in all green.
Zoffy: And I was Black Peter the head elf.
(everyone stares at Zoffy)
Ultraman King: Zoffy, you got one of the worst names that I ever heard of.