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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...
'twas the night before christmas, when all through the worlds, not a refugee stireed, not a Gummi ship whirled

MERRY CHRISTMAS WORLD REFUGEES

Santabot has come and left presents for all of us, although probably not what you expected. Everyone now has a piece of mistletoe floating around their head and like expected will not go away until a kiss is given or received.
All types of kisses apply. Any attempt at destroying it will result in more kisses needed.


Have fun~!

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'Twas the night before christmas, when all through the worlds,
Not a Refugee stirred, not a Gummi ship whirled.
The stockings of holding hung by the fire
And off to their beds Refugees did retire.
The babies all snuggled in their cribs for the night,
With wishes and dreams in their heads, filled with Light.
And finally Mabry, having a story read,
And Brendan in his PJs, both went to bed.
Then on the rooftop there came such a sound,
They rushed outside to see what could be found.
What came to their sight but a flash of white fur;
They looked again, and yes! as it were -
It was true, he was here, and bearing gifts, too!
Santabot went to the chimney, and he even went through!
Back inside they went, amazed at the sight,
But he told them naught, other than good night.
So they went back to sleep, anxious for morning.
When the Refugees woke, what things they were adorning!
Mistletoe hung in the air o'er their heads,
Wishing a jolly good day to all those from their beds.
But when they left, no, the mistletoe followed.
It was intent to stay, til a kiss was endowed!
And such was the refugee Christmas this year:
A day full of shipping: one we hold very dear.

somebody kill me