Red_Chaos

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' Reborn Not a pokemon was stirring, not even a breloombot; The message boxes were hung by the forum with care, In hopes that St. Dan's soon would be there; The posters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of lum berries danced in their heads And Amethyst in her favorite jacket, and I in my card's cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap—‌ When out on the web there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the screen I flew like a Deoxy, Tore open the light screens, and threw up the focus sash. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny sawsbucks, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Dan. More rapid than braviary his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Ikaru, now! Jericho, now! Jan and Rose, "On! Med, on! Simon, on! Tacos and Zumi; "To the top of the sever! To the top of the forums! "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" With the sleigh full of toys—‌and St. Dan too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof Down the wed St. Dan came with a bound: He was dress'd all in Zangoose fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish'd with Litten ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look'd like a Delibird just opening his pack: His eyes—‌how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were like roselias, his nose like a cherrim; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a chimecho, And the beard of his chin was as white as the Absol; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a Torkoal. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh'd, like a Snorlax filled with berries: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Mr. Mime, And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the message boxes; then turn'd with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the forums he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—‌ Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

same i wanted the ash hat ;-; and its it just me, or the broken mon we need to worry about is the dang orangutan. Being able to use a move like earthquake twice seems broken X_X

congrats guys, hope you guys do a great job

well, idk if anybody pointed this out, but that school poster does not have serena on it. so its offical that the the amora shipping is over

does the system keep track of wins and loses? cuz i suck at battling

happy birthday jan