Nox's POV:
A few months later.
As students cheer.
For Christmastime, was in the air.
As Graybeards grumble.
And children cheer.
A certain professor, branded weird.
For she, now a he.
A professor said to me.
Inside classroom 1B.
As snowballs fly
Between brats 1 to π.
A scolding of lovers scorned, came from behind.
"ARE YOU LISTENING MR. SUN!!!" Graybeards say.
"To whom might you be speaking?" I say with dismay.
"YOU CAN'T JUST SPREAD RUMORS OF ME LIKE THAT!!!" Graybeard said. Unaware his face had turned red.
"Well, I never claimed it's as the girls said! Can't you see they've been misled." I spoke with all words true.
"YES! BY YOU!" He screamed as he claimed.
"Also, you've been acting strange all day! Are you feeling okay?"
As Greybeards wonder, he called for a nurse. While I snuck away, under a student's hearse.
As they 'he'd' and they 'ha'd'. I stowed away. For todays lecture, will be at Suzuki's place.
As winter snow, hit the freshly paved road. I was dismayed, as I took a rock to the face.
But never you mind, for we arrived on time. For my yearly Christmas miracle, in the form of a crime.
As Haruto wondered, and Shinji fled. Into a shack, and inside his bed.
While Suzuki cheered, as Haruto appeared. Only at Shinji, did they glare.
A professor aware, of certain despair. As father Suzuki uttered.
"HE DARED?!"
Swift as the wind, he left for his kin. Apparently kinship, wasn't quite his thing.
"GET OUT HERE YOU BASTARD" He yelled with a spring.
He kicked down the door, as he let in the cold winter wind.
With a crash, and a smash. Shinji begged him to stop. But his father never listened, which is why he just fucked up.
Shinji, trash was his name. Had acquired new power, much to his father's dismay.
With a flash of red, and an exploding old coot. Shinji, just realized, he gave his father the boot.
As his father flew out, of the cold winter shack. Father Suzuki looked back, and yelled.
"YOU LITTLE RAT!"
As he could not fathom, how pigs can fly. When face with a man, as cool as I.
For when Suzuki, went for the kill. Out stepped I. A stranger still.
Dressed like a playboy, I once gave a smack. Father Suzuki yelled out.
"WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!"
His face not known, this far northeast. He won't mind. In my mind I repeat.
"I am the great spirit of Christmas times. Past, present and future. All in one mind!"
Wielding his spear, of magic and wonder. Shinji looked scared.
"LOOK OUT!" he blundered.
But to no surprise, one such as I, is always prepared.
With a thought of disgust, I smacked him away. For I just recalled, the man I appalled.
"Ack, I sound just like him!" I said with dismay.
While Suzuki, backed away.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!" He screams and he shouts.
"A BASTARD OF A FATHER!" I replied without doubt.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He said. Also unaware, his face had turned red.
I grabbed Shinji, and ran for the hills. Leaving a present, full of ill will.
With a boom and a scream, we fled further east. Suzuki asked "Boss?" giving my bones a chill.
"No, I am not! In past I said, spirit of time is with whom you've fled."
"No, you're definitely my professor in disguise." He said as I wonder. Oh who cares, let's make him cry.
I dropped him from high. He fell from the sky. All while screaming
"WHY!!!"
Saved him I did, from the fate of the dead. Not knowing why, he seemed so surprised.
"WHAT THE HELL!!!" He yelled. Not knowing where we fled.
"Was it not I, who showed you your life. When Christmas past came flashing before your eye."
"YEAH, AND THE REST OF MY LIFE TO!!!" He said turning red.
"To Christmas present, let's go ahead." My mind start to ponder, to where do we wonder. To show this young dude a new Christmas wonder.
My mind draws a blank, a girl of low rank. Out of the woods, she blunders.
"Someone, help." She said, whilst weak and out of breath.
For soon there came after, a young man as he said.
"KILL THAT BRAT!" His fat cheeks turning red.
With a boom and a crash, as soldiers felt thunder. Young boy Shinji, became a hunter.
He bashed and he smashed, as all the men fled. Well, except the ones that were dead.
He listened and cried, as the child despaired. For her life though short, she put him in tears.
As tales collide, Shinji changed inside. The young girls story, had just arrived.
We wondered away, to a house in dismay. The last heads daughter, gone with our aid.
"For the life of a noble, might seem fun. But to those without power, it only feels glum."
"And with that poor Shinji, Our Christmas tale is almost done. Now to the future, do not despair. For Christmas time happens every year."