She was cold and smiley,
A right jolly girl,
And Jade laughed when Tori hugged her, In spite of herself;
Jade spoke not a world,
but picked up Tori and went to work,
She tossed the Latina a pair of stockings and an oversized shirt,
And laying her hand over her eyes, the goth stood aside,
The Latina changed in a nod,
Before Tori sprang in Jade's bed without a sound;
She whistled to Jade,
And to the bed Jade flew,
like Santa's reindeer for he has a few.
But in the darkness of the room Tori heard Jade whisper,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night"
