’Twas the Cat[girl]urday before Christmas, the town all aglow,
With lanterns and starlight and soft-falling snow.
Raphtalia stood smiling in red trimmed with white,
Her raccoon ears warm in the soft festive light.
From battles once braved at a guardian’s side,
She now shared a moment where worries could hide.
No shield in her paw, yet the courage stayed near,
A quiet resolve as the year’s end drew clear.
The moon watched above as the tree sparkled bright,
A star crowning hope in the heart of the night.
Snowflakes like crystals drifted slow through the air,
Each one a wish wrapped in winter’s care.
With bells gently chiming and peace settling in,
Even heroes find rest where the holidays begin.
On this Cat[girl]urday, before Christmas takes flight,
We purr with Raphtalia in winter’s delight.
So what do you think?