'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