Every year there was a Christmas party. And every year something went wrong. You'd think Shinra Inc. would have learned it's lesson.

But it didn't.

December 22nd. The fateful day of the event. And as the guests entered the party, they couldn't help but wonder what would happen this year...

Twas the night of the party
And all through the room
The alcohol was flowing
It meant certain doom.

There were guards by the door to watch from the rear
With fear Rufus Shinra would somehow appear
And Reno in his suit coat,
And Rude, like a sap--
Watched his pal take a seat in some sec'tary's lap.

When out on the roof was heard such a 'woosh'
The even lazy Reno got up off his tush.
Away to the window the President flew
With a hope in his heart he'd have someone to sue.

The sky with a shimmer of common Mako
Gave the luster of power to people below.
When what to the wondering eyes should appear
But young Rufus Shinra--good god he was here!

With a little old 'copter so shiny and quick
They knew in a flash that the Prez would fake sick.
More rapid than zolom his orders they came
And he cried out and shouted and called them by name:

"Now, Scarlet! Now, Hojo! Now, Palmer and 'Degger! On, SOLDIER, on soldiers, on Turks now and you guys! To the top of the roof and next to the wall! Now go away! Go away! Go away all!"

Those not called just sat there and heaved a great sigh
While other packed elevators steered towards the sky.
So up to the roof top the staircase they flew.
With a mouth full of words to get Rufus to shoo.

And then in a twinkling was heard from above.
The yelling and screaming and each little shove.
Going back to their drinks and turning around
It was then Rufus Shinra came with a bound.

He was dressed all in white, from his head to his feet
And they could see every moment right form their seats.
A lock of his air of his brow he flung back
And he acted so casual despite the attack.

His eyes--how they glowed, his presence so hated
His glare was like lasers, his words how they grated.
His cold little mouth was pursed tight in a line
His hair was so golden it gave off a shine.

The President watched out the window quite tense
He was angry and nervous-twas not hard to sense
Palmer spoke first with his round little belly
His knees shook when he spoke, like they were just jelly.

He was shot down and mocked, with insults Rufus ran
And inside they laughed cause they hated that man.
A glare of his eye and a twist of his head--
The Prez wasn't happy--they'd something to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his son
And yelled at the young man; but still wasn't done.
And pointing his finger towards his son from afar
He told him to leave, if not by air then by car.

He sprang to his 'copter--the vehicle took flight
And everyone watched as it flew out of sight.
The Prez then exclaimed, o'er the Makoy smell--
"Merry Christmas to all--hope my son rots in hell."

THE END