Twas the night before Munchmas, when all through the Castle,
Not a creature was stirring, sneaking in was no hassle.
The icing was lathered on the desserts with care,
In hopes that Sir Nicholas not soon would be there.
The ponies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Pinkie Pies danced in their heads.
And my sun in the sky, and I in my nightcap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When down by the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen I flew like the Dash,
Tore open the door and prepped the spell dazzleflash.
The light from my horn lit the room with a glow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a motorized tub and my human friend so dear.
With an outcry of shock so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be Sir Nick.
More rapid than eagles he fled with his prize in vain,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"The vanilla! The chocolate! The fruitcake and more!
With all of your treasures, I'm right out the door!
Just try to catch me, ‘fore on my old pranks I call!
I'll munch away, munch away, munch away all!"
As beasts that before the wild flutterstate fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So away from the kitchen the that bathtub nearly flew,
With packed full of treats, and Sir Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the halls,
My loyal guardsmares’ never ending hoof falls.
So I flew in pursuit, moving with utmost haste,
Hoping to catch dear Sir Nicholas before my cakes went to waste.
He was dressed all in black, for sneaking in it did matter,
And his clothes were all tarnished with sprinkles and batter.
A bundle of cakes he had placed in his tub,
And as he thought of his prizes he gave his tummy a rub.
Through the halls I gave chase, with little success,
As I tried not to wake staff with noises excess.
To the courtyard we ran, my guards in pursuit,
But he drove fast enough to avoid a dispute.
A delicious cupcake he held tight in his teeth,
While the cobblestone pathways rumbled beneath;
And he swallowed it down into his belly,
And he laughed and pointed, crying “Catch me, Celly!”
As he fled through the gates, I formed up an attack,
To halt his escape and to get my cakes back.
A wink of my eye and a light of my magic,
Soon he knew I had done something quite tragic!
The axles popped loose, and the tub nearly crashed,
My telekinesis holding those precious cakes fast.
And so I landed near him, and glared at my foe,
Whilst he emerged from the wreckage crying of a stubbed toe.
Lifted up in my magic, he hovered over the moat,
There was no chance at all that below was a boat.
But I heard him exclaim, crying into the night—
“Merry Munchmas, Celly! Might I have one more bite?”
“No.”
“Aw, fudge.”