AN: Ok, me and a friend in Anime Club were bored and we came up with this. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Me no own Fruits Basket. Me no own the story this came from. Me broke. No sue?

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Sohma house

Not a creature was stirring, except maybe the cat or the mouse;

The stockings were hung with some semblance of care,

In hopes that St. Nick could make Akito leave for somewhere;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Tohru danced in a few of their heads;

And Ayame in his new dress, and Shigure in his cap,

Had just settled Hiro down for what promised to be a short winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Hatori sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

But Yuki, Kyo, and a sleigh with reindeer;

It had a little old driver, so lively and quick,

Hatori knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than cheetahs the other Sohmas came,

And they whistled, and shouted, as Yuki and Kyo fought yet again;

"Now, Yuki, Now, Kyo, stop it right now!"

"Get out of my way! You'll stop us how?"

Saint Nick just sighed and flew up the wall,

To take advantage of the commotion coming from them all.

As fast as they could, the reindeer took to the sky,

And flew to the roof, it was not very high.

So down in the yard the fight was still on,

And with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nick seemed to be gone;

And then, in a twinkling, Tohru heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each reindeer hoof.

As she took up the cookies, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Santa came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all unscathed from any ashes or soot;

A great bag he had flung on his back,

And he looked familiar when he opened his pack.

His eyes didn't twinkle! His dimples weren't merry!

His chin was thin and his nose was not cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn into a snarl,

And the beard of his chin was as fake as someone claiming to have an Aunt Carl;

The cigarette he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it let out encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a narrow face and a flat little belly,

And his laugh was nothing at all like a bowl full of jelly.

He was thin and gaunt, right fake little elf,

And he laughed when he saw her, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave Tohru know she had much to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

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 they heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and I'll see you tomorrow night."