‘Twas quite a late evening, the twenty-fourth of December,
When I received a gift that I’d always remember,
I had just undressed and gotten under the covers,
For tomorrow I’d open gifts from all of my lovers,

While I was about to dream of the next day’s joys,
I was suddenly awoken by a curious noise,
A high-pitched chirping, quite loud and absurd,
I had to assume it was from another bird,

So I left my room posthaste towards the source of the squawking,
To find out all along that it came from my stocking,
Covered in a green plumage, with yellow eyes to see,
Sitting there in my stocking was a miniature me,

He gandered at me, as I gandered at him,
Speechless to this parrot upon the stocking’s brim,
Alas he broke the silence with a downwards glance,
“I see I’m not the only one who doesn’t like pants!”

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Happy Holidays everybody!

Originally, I wasn't going to do anything holiday-related for commissions but my friend drew up this adorable little sketch and I loved it so much I had to write a little "Twas the Night Before Christmas" themed poem to go along with it.

This is actually only a small fraction of the original sketch. The original (which includes 13 other stocking stuffers) can be found on his page here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1524964