Hello! So I have been reading a few Christmas stories that I think are really good, so I thought I would submit my own! This is a poem that is written by Helga about a Christmas party that she is attending. This takes place when the gang are adults. I actually wrote this poem several years ago, but I changed a few words to make it fit for this cartoon that I love entirely too much. So no, I'm not ignoring my other Fan Fic (Space Trek!, go read it my little minions! You should also read my one-shot The Lost Episode.), I'm just taking a couple of minutes to show off my poetry skills. After you read this, you should totally REVIEW! Even if you are a guest to this site, you can still submit a review =] Happy Holidays, everyone! Enjoy! - Aubrie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, much to my dismay.

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On this lovely night, the piano softly plays
Of Christmas music and of snowy days.
The guests pause as a man in red appears
With an over-fluffy suit and a fake beard.

"Ho ho ho!" says he on this lovely night
And the guests all laughed at this silly sight.
Although he is costumed to be so funny,
I can't help but want to ask him something.

I look around and I see men and women who
I see are distinctly paired in twos.
But tonight I'm afraid that I'm alone
With no one by my side in this home.

Dearest Santa, I think with kind respect,
This Christmas would be perfect
If a lovely man could be with me like so.
May you put him under the mistletoe?

I part my way towards a sectioned room
Hoping my wish from Santa would come true.
I look beneath the mistletoe, but no one stood.
Santa must not have done what he could.

I watched and watched and no one came
Under that mistletoe just stayed the same.
So I made my way beneath the blooming flower
And I must've waited for an hour.

Still no one showed and I became upset,
But then, what a hopeless wish I had let.
I was about to leave from my lonely place
When a young man stepped in my way.

I knew who he was and I must admit
That I loved who he was; my face lit.
"Excuse me, Arnold," said I with a blush.
And I tried to leave in a rush.

It was too late for my wish to come true,
The night was nearly over, too.
But still he stood in my way
And then he opened his mouth to say:

"I'm sorry, Helga, but I realized
That you stood here, alone in my eyes.
I looked above and what should show,
But a lovely branch of mistletoe."

I replied, "Christmas is nearly over though
And I was merely standing under this mistletoe
Because I asked Santa that he might
Bring me a man for a perfect night."

The young man puzzled but laughed.
"Is that all you had asked?
For I asked him for a woman, the same
To make this night perfect and tame.

And since it is you who are standing here, too
I can't help but wonder if he brought me you."
His eyes twinkled brightly and I smiled.
Santa had given him to me all this while.

Under the mistletoe we kissed,
And it was such perfect bliss.
So my wish had come true in the twilight.
On this Christmas we had a perfect night.

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