wolf4597
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‘Twas the night before March 22nd, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, Not even the most emo mouse. The albums were placed by the chimney with care, In hopes that Frank Iero would soon be there. And all of the the children were snug in their beds, With visions of Gerard Way dancing through their heads. And Brendon in his kerchief, and Ryan in his cap, Had all just settled for a nice emo nap. WHen out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, Ryan got off of Brendon to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew in a flash, Tore open the windows, and threw up a sash. When a little old driver, so lively and gay, He knew that at once it must be Gerard Way. More rapid than eagles, his reindeer came, And he finally began to call them by name. “Go, Patrick! Go, Pete! Go, Ronnie and Vixen! Go, Andy! Go, Tyler! Go, Josh, and Blitzen! “To the tøp of the porch! To the tøp of the wall! Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!” He sprang to his sleigh, to his reindeer, a whistle, And away they flew, like the down of a thistle. But before he was gone, he yelled, out of sight, “Merry March 22nd to all, and to all an emo night!” (Lol I have no fucking clue how I came up with this, enjoy rats) @sentimentalboy