Scrimas Tales of the White Whales 2023

Twas the night before Scrimas, with all the trainers help,
not a pokeball was stirring, not even a skrelp;
The battles were counted and tallied with care,
With the hope that St. Scrimolas would soon be there;
The battlers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of anti-meta danced in their heads;
And Ninoko in her tie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brain for a long winter's nap,
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a wormhole lead by two whales this year,
With a little old driver so lively and vim,
I knew in a moment he must be St .Scrim.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"This year the many scrims have made my life brighten,
now onward my comrades Wailord and Cetitan!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of scrims, and St. Scrimolas too-
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the walk-in
The flapping and slapping of each cold little fin,
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Scrimolas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in scales, from his head to his foot,
And his skin was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of scrims he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll giant mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the scales on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a giant round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed 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 filled all the battles; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang 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 Scrimas to all, and to all a good night!”
Song
52-Hearts
• 【Bao 海の幽霊】初配信原創曲 52-He...