Okay, I made and posted this for the Pub, but...

[Grandy]

If you guys have any idea of how HARD it is for me to rhyme in this goddamned pagan language, I think I'm entitled to a thread for this.

It was the night just before Santa's arrival
And sulking in the streets was the one known as "the rival"
Every Charasian knew only one member could frown in christmas night:
It was Alex's Evil Twin Brother, Charas' only blight

"Christmas", he thought, "what a stupid day"
"With all this crap about 'giving away'"
"Obvious lies, all corny and sappy"
"So why do these fools pretend to be happy?!"

It was like this every year
He hated it all, be it santa, tree or deer,
He hated the lights, the gifts, the colours and all,
Every single toy soldier, toy car, doll or ball

The reason for this, everyone knew;
Old Charasians, and even those new,
For every year, because of his dark soul,
All the presents he received were lumps of coal

And so he glared at anyone singing a merry song,
And yelled "You're singing out of tune, also you've got a small dong!"
For every child, eyes gleaming as at the mall,
He kicked a puppy, and made sure they saw

And so years went by, little by little,
Christmas eveytime, and him in the middle
Until this year, after walking down a street,
Through a window he saw those who he hated to meet

Alex and Sai'Kar, Razor and Warxe
Mods and admins, all those hacks,
Bluhman and Archem, Fruckert and Purple too
All those members who smelled like poo

Mid and Lucas, Gemini and Valiere
All in a party, and he wasn't there
Moose and Osmose, Hobo and Grandy
All enjoying a sip of brandy

His fist clenched at what he had seen
They threw a party, and no one invited him?!
And by the tree he saw the gifts, all betifully wrapped
And thinking about the coal, finnaly his mind snapped

In the dark corner of his dark mind
A dark thought rose up, one far from kind
And he exclaimed, alone the street:
"If I can't enjoy christmas, no one shall do it!"

And that night, after everyone was asleep,
Alex's Twin Brother start his plan to make kids weep
Armed with planks, nails and a saw
He boarded all chimneys, no matter how small

But he was no fool; no gift from Santa would make people suspicious,
And his plan was more, much more vicious,
Before boarding up the chimney's hole
He went inside the houses, and left a piece of coal

After the job was done, it was time to return home,
And thought his hatred was quenched, he still felt alone
In his dark room he cursed the names
Of those who never remembered him during their christmas games

And as he mused over their faces upon finding the coal shard
He glanced at something under the door; a card
Could it be? Surely not!
But noly a christmas card would have such a silly knot.

He doubtfully opened it, hands shaking
And was greeted by his brother's handwriting
"Evil or not, you're still my sibling"
"Let's put aside our differences for this evening"
"There shall be a party down in my place"
"Don't be shy and show your face"

What was this feeling down in his chest?
Happiness? Surely you jest!
But no matter how much he tried to deny,
Tears of joy came down from his eye

"Christmas! Such a wonderful day"
"I wouldn't even care about giving gifts away!"
Then his mind raced back to what'd he done
"The chimneys!" he yelled while running from home

Now not sneaking, but as loud as he could be,
He raced against time, not caring if seen,
Alex’s brother wrenched open all houses,
In the process waking up even the deafest of mouses

But he didn’t manage it, his own work in the way,
And from the rooftops he could see Santa flying away
And for the first time since long gone,
Alex’s Twin felt bad for something he’d done

“Why are you crying brother?” Asked Alex from the street below
“It’s Christmas night, let those feelings go”
“I ruined Christmas, that is the reason”
“I ruined yours, no, everyone’s season!”

“Don’t be daft brother, Santa is no fool”
“You can’t block him away with some material tool”
And from the other side of the street, a child let out a cry of joy,
For they had indeed received their wished-for toy

And from down below, Alex waved at his brother
“You missed yesterday’s party, and that was a bother”
“So come, since you woke everyone up”
“Let’s reunite everyone and share a cup”

For the second time, happiness struck
Even thought he still felt slimy as muck
But the best part was arriving home,
And noticing a tree he didn’t remember done

Below it a gift, not coal, but a toy fire truck
And a letter from Santa “This time you deserve it, but don’t push your luck”

[Archem]

A few slant rhymes, but it's all good.

I'll actually read it later, when I'm not supposedly playing a game with a friend. He'll never know.

[Prpl_Mage]

Awesome work. You should make a children's book out of it as well.

[zuhane]

CLAP CLAP CLAP!!

[coreystranick]

I say make it a book!

[HackersTotalMassLaser]

Yeh some rhymes abruptly change pace.

Other than that, it's good for charas fangasms.

[Grandy]

You know, I started writing this after taking an anti-inflammatory pill for my left finger (it's almost twice the size it was supposed to for some reason), and it made me so dizzy I don't even remember writing past the fourth or so paragraph.

I posted this?

[Ben]

A few slant rhymes, but it's all good.

THATS RACIST!!!

[Cerebus]

YOU'RE RACIST!

Nice poem thing. Keep doing drugs, it makes you creative!

[SaiKar]

*enjoys a sip of brandy*

Well done, sir. Well done.