User:Sharkbate/Merry Christmas

Rockhopper's Christmas

Written By: Sharkbate

Here ye, here ye, I have story. This is a simple story, about the glories.

Of Christmases from years and years past. I promise not to tell this too, too fast.

Many penguins know of a nice and happy pirate. He is a holly jolly fellow who always starts a riot;

with penguins screaming and running up. You may get a gift from him, if you have the luck.

When Rockhopper isn't on Club Penguin Island, he's at his home; on Rockhopper island, and no he's not alone.

He's got a mansion full of puffles, which are red to be exact. He awaited for Santa to arrive with his sack;

of toys and gifts and holiday cheer. Rockhopper's heart glows warm when his puffles are near.

These fluffy little puffles so soft and warm, are family to Rockhopper, and he couldn't want more.

He set some cookies and a cup of cream soda. Santa usually drinks it, well...sorta.

Later that night, up on the roof, Rockhopper could here the tap of a reindeer's hoof.

He jumped out of bed, and checked out Santa. As happy, excited and jolly as ever!

Rockhopper tried his best to be very quiet. Then he heard the sound of his puffle's playful riot.

He gave them a sign to quiet down. The puffles couldn't see, as they were playing around.

Without a sound, behind Rockhopper; stood old Saint Nick, with presents, square and round.

Rockhopper turned around in fright, thinking it was his imagination, but he was there alright.

Santa gave a jolly "Ho Ho Ho" and held his tummy. Rockhopper failed to see what was so funny.

Santa looked at Rockhopper with a grin. Then he said "Let the holidays begin!"

Rockhopper said with his jaw on the ground. "How did ye get there, without making a sound?"

Santa responded with another Ho ho, "It's a little bit of magic, and I love your nice home!"

"Argg, thank ye for the compliment!" Rockhopper said with excitement.

"No problemo!" responded Santa in enlightenment.

Santa ho ho'd once more and said to Rockhopper, "Here's a present for Yarr, and one for Rocker!"

Rocker and Yarr were both his puffles. Yarr is neat, and Rocker is humble.

Santa climbed back up the chimney. As you can tell, my story is ending.

Rockhopper waved, and said his good-byes. As for Santa, he started to fly.

Rockhopper went back to bed, having what he had seen, stuck in his head.

He will never forget what happened that night, but he'll laugh about every day and night.

The End