Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a Meowth.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that a Delibird soon would be there.

The trainers were nestled, all snug in their beds,
while visions of Pikachu danced in their heads,
While Snorelax and Munchlax and even Crowbat
had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Red sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and threw up a sash.

Lunatone on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what past the window should Red witness dash,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight rapidash.

With a little old driver so quick but unheard,
Red knew in a moment it was Delibird.
More rapid then Fearow his courses they came,
he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and that Delibird too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each flaming hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Delibird came with a bound.

He was covered in red fur, from his head to his foot,
And that fur were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His beak was so merry!
His cheeks were like roses, they looked like two berries!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the white of his fur was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his beak,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing 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 I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

*please note all quotations are translated from "Deli Delibird"