He told to the beast, release your anger Hatred could yield no benefit for it But the beast sadly learned the truth Without it’s anger it could not exist To replace anger would end it And BoB felt a pity for the creature Allowing it to lurk his lands But always to keep it’s actions in check Confused, the Beast took on an Identity. Christmas, a name none could attach a meaning A name born from a heart of loathing Beffiting a creature who knew no love However, a bizarre human came along A strange blend of hate and love A balance Christmas felt impossible So confronted the tiny cracker she did ‘How can one hate and love’ she asked And a small smile appeared A smile full of caring and understanding ‘Cause smurf it’ was all that was said
‘smurf it’ Christmas repeated awkwardly While the phrase itself made little sense, Things began to clear to Christmas And a new world view came in A world full of stupidity and wrong People were mean and colld Others just plain dumb At first she didn’t realize it was different But it felt like better somehow And eventually it dawned on her why She found humor in there screw ups And joy when forced to do her bidding A world in which Christmas felt at home A love of the very hatred she harbored And a desire to give something back And to do this her eyes turned to Manus A man who possessed an indestructible body Someone who has lived for as long as Christmas A truly sad man whose body was beaten with age A legendary pack rat with a bottomless basement
Engaging Manus in battle he was brought down Though laughed upon his own defeat “I will not die, newb’ he smirked But Christmas all but smiled Sealing Manus away was but step one Next her gaze turned to the little people And with a thrashing of her whip, She made them her slaves ‘You shall use the stash of Manus And give his old used clothes to teenagers His cheap and beaten toys to children and tit no one wants to the elderly.’ Though Christmas realized the flaw There was to much to go around So back in times she sent the little ones To begin her work in a time long past A holiday known as Christmas was born Named in honor of it’s true creator Bringing families together to show her love Causing stress over stupid things to show her hate In current times, Christmas battles manus Who escapes from time to time Attempting to reclaim his junk horde From the inferiors who use it today
Epic incoming.
Not even a strand of hair from your half decayed head!!??? I think you can die now!
...I have nothing.
THEN I SHALL NOT WAIT! I DEMAND TO SEE WHATEVER YOU PROMISE TO PRESENT TO ME NOW!
You should know by now it's never worth waiting for me.
I WILL BE WAITING!! IF IT IS WORTH WAITING!!! RAWR~~!!!!
One day I shall right you an epic ballad of awesome. Mark my words!
