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For my Secret Santa: aCinnamonRoll. * * * 'Twas the night before Christmas and all 'cross the land from the peak of Mount Ihu to Po-Koro's sands not a creature was stirring from Christmas-y sleep no Ussal did scuttle no Gukko did peep For the shopping was finished and the stockings were hung the lights were all dimmed while the night was still young for Nuju and Matau and Vakama himself had told the Matoran of a jolly old elf who'd visit each Christmas if they were all good and went to bed early like good 'toran should So the island was sleeping and dreaming sweet dreams of sugarplums, candy, and presents that gleamed Old Jaller was smiling to see in his head a brand-new Guard spear, all shiny and red While Kongu lay back in his hut in the trees and dreamed of a wonderful circus trapeze Nuparu saw wrenches and drills in his dreams while Matoro saw only translation machines And Tahu, the Toa of fire and heat had just drifted off for a long winter's sleep when up from his stomach there arose such a chatter he sprang from his bed and ran to the platter of cinnamon rolls he'd baked just that day “I'll eat one,” he said “To keep hunger at bay.” As the fierce Toa Tahu raised a roll to his face a squeal of panic rang out through the place “Don't eat me! Don't eat me!” the little roll said “I've just started living I don't want to be dead!” Amazed and astonished the Toa just blinked and wondered, “Did I have too much 'nog to drink?” The roll shook itself as if shaking a head “I don't think so,” it piped “I may be just a bread but I think and I feel I speak and I see and right now, Mr. Tahu explain this to me: why the big tree? And why all the lights? Why have you made such a beautiful sight?” The Toa of Fire set the roll gently down then smiled and said “Friend, it's Christmas in town! The night before Christmas when everyone's sleeping an elf dressed in red down each chimney comes creeping he doles out great presents then leaves like he came on a reindeer-pulled sled. Santa Claus is his name.” “Why on earth does he do that?” the roll said in wonder “Why give all those gifts and leave all that plunder?” His baker just shrugged. “That's what Christmas is for it's to smile at your neighbours and go door to door singing carols and wishing each girl and each boy a Christmas that's merry full of laughter and joy it's the season of giving when e'ryone remembers that we're sisters and brothers in June or December.” The roll then replied in a voice full of tears “I've never known Christmas like you celebrate here. A time to be thankful? A season of love? When we think about others knowing peace like a dove?” The Toa just smiled and picked up the roll “That's what it's about: it's the state of your soul. On Christmas, we know that to give, not receive, is better by far if your heart just believes. Now, if you'll excuse me it's getting quite late and I don't want to be here when Santa's great sleigh bumps and thumps on the rooftop before he comes down leaving presents and goodies all lying around so good night, sweet roll I'm off now to bed.” With that, Toa Tahu bit off the roll's head His tummy all happy he returned to his room to lie between sheets so his dreams could resume wiping frosting from lips with the edge of his sleeve Tahu grinned. “Yes, it's better to give than receive. So thank you, my roll for giving your life. Now, merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night.” ~fin