'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 clat