Board Thread:News and Announcements/@comment-25886197-20151224093001/@comment-26216483-20151225034733

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Burning Down the HouseNot a creature was stirring, not even a Bug-Eaten mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that DIO soon would be there;The Joestars were nestled all snug in their beds;While visions of Death 13 danced in their heads;And mamma in her Ripple conducting scarf, and I in my cap,Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,When out on the Green Grass of Home there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like Made in Heaven,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash, for fun I was havin'The C-Moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,Gave the lustre of White Album to objects below,When what to my Space Ripper Stingy Eyes did I see,But a miniature Steam Roller and nine tiny gods of glory,With a little old driver who i would immediately know,To be no other than the Dark Lord, DIO.More rapid than Pet Shop his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:"Now, Daniel! now, Telence! now N'Doul and Oingo!On, Anubis! on, Alessi! on, Mariah and Boingo!To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"As Les Feuilles that before the wild Doobie Wah! fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;So up to the housetop the coursers they flewWith the Steam Roller full of toys, and Za Warudo too—And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and posing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney DIO came with a bound.He was dressed all in yellow, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot;A bundle of toy Stands he had flung on his back,And he looked like Rohan's Grandmother just opening her Gucci Stand Pack.His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like Kakyoin's cherry!His fanged little mouth was drawn up like a bow and brightly lit,And his lips were purple, like Josuke's Outfit;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke, like Justice, encircled his head like a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook when he laughed, or when he cried WRYYYYYY!He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old vampire,And I laughed when I saw him, trying to forget what happened to Dire;A wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;He spoke not a word, but went straight to The World,And filled all the stockings; then turned and twirled,And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he posed;He sprang to his Steam Roller, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, he yelled very loud—“Muda Muda! and to all STAND PROUD!”  -Merry Christmas