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Every Shibusen person
Down in Death City
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Immortal Free
Who lived just South of Death City in a great sandy cave,
Did Not!

Free hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his eye wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his chainball was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was eight sizes too small.

But,
Whatever the reason,
His eye or his chain,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the meisters[and weapons],
Staring down from his cave with a sour, immortal frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every meister[and weapon] down in death city.
Was busy now, setting things up for this season

Free: There ******** hanging there stockings, setting up trees ohhh those trees I displease.

He said with a sneer

Free: Its ******** Christmas why did it come here?

Then he growled, with his Free fingers nervously drumming,

Free:I must find a way to keep Christmas from coming!

For, tomorrow, he knew all the death city girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
As they play with zinkzomblers and tumbumblers and wompwomblers and humgumblers

Free: I despise all of those god forsaken toys those BLOODY TOYS

Then the Death City civilians, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on soul pudding, and rare wolf-beast
Which was something Free couldn't stand in the least!

Free: Oh I hate listing to that feast hearing them eat my ancestors meats.

And THEN
They'd do something free liked least of all!
Every meisters[weapon] down in deathcity, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the meisters[weapons] would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more Free thought of the Shibusenies-Christmas-Sing
The more Free thought,

Free: I must stop this whole damn thing! Why for two hundred plus years I've put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming. But How? I wish I was more of a planing person.

But out of the blue free got an idea!
An awful idea!
FREE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

Free:I know just what to do! God Damn it s**t why didn't I think of this before?

Free Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Swranta Craus hat and a coat. All the while laughing so very evily.

Free: What a great Freey trick! With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Swranta Craus.Now all I need is a reindeer.

Free looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce sense he ate most of them, there was none to be found.
Did that stop Free? No! Free simply said,

Free:If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead. I'll just have to get these horns on tadpole jacks head.

Suddenly he got a good idea by taking some red thread
And he tied a big horn on top of tadpole Jackson's head.

THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up to Jackson that day.

Free:Giddyup

And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the meisters [weapons]
Lay a-snooze in the town.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the meisters[weapons] were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
Free:This is stop number one.
Free had hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then Free would make it his b***h
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little meisters stockings all hung in a row. some saying "come eat at joes"

Free: These stockings, [he grinned,] are the first things to go

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then Free, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Song[is original]:
Your a mean one Mr.Free
You really are a jerk
Your as cuddle as a porcupine
your as slimy as a snake.
Mr.Free
Your a bad soul with a blackend heart of steel.
Your a deamon Mr.Free, Your heart is one big hole
You have nothing in your soul.
I woudn't touch you with a 876ft poll
Your a foul one Mr.free
You have all the tender sweetness of a crazed panda
given the choice id pick the panda
Mr.Free
The three words that best describe you are Mean,Evil and Wrong
Mr.Free
Your soul Is basically a blank nothing that has no were to go
Mr.Free!!!

Free sneaks into the room of the one called oxford as he sleeps and steal the stocking over his bed while creeping out says...

Free: What a nerd and his weapons an a**.

Finally the last stop on his night the house of death the kid
Free gets everything and has just the tree
As he grabs it pushing it up he hears a noise and turns around
Why standing there is patti the thompson sister with a dead look and blank stair
Free had been caught by this little Thompson sister who only got out of bed for a cup of cold water

Patti: santi what is you doing here?

But, you know, that Free was smart enough and oh so ever slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.

Free: Why, my sweet little girl, [the fake Santy Claus lied,]
there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. your meisters would freak if he could see. So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here.So he will not have a panic attack in the morning.

Patti: That is probably true

she said with her face blue
And so free's fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when patti went to bed with her cup,
free went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
An the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a ******** mouse.

Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!

Free:They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
The all the civilians down in deathcity will all cry BOO-HOO!"

So he paused. and free put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...

But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at deathcity!
Free popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every person down in deathcity, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And Free with his chained-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling:

Free:How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without bow, OMG I think I just chopped off my toes!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.

Then Free thought of something he hadn't before!
Free:Maybe Christmas, [he thought,] doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!

And what happened then...?
Well...in deathcity they say
That the Free's small heart
Grew four sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,He ******** had a heartattack right at the spite
When he came to
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he. Yes he Free chopped up the meat that would be given out but he made them switch it to beef or he'd kick a** there asses

and so in this holiday season the story for free might be sewed for copyright reasons.