Literature
A Transformer's Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all throughout Cybertron
Nothing was running or humming, not even hungry Sharkicons
Each little Autobot and Decepticon buffed all their nicks
Oiled their hinges and shut off their optics
Everyone had stopped the fighting to recharge for the next day
In hopes they will feel great for the next vicious, barbaric fray
Even the leader of the factions, both Megatron and Prime
Thought they needed the rest and went off-line
It was a cold, cold night on that robotic planet in space
And nobody was moving any bouts of the place
Except for one robot, a very excited guy
Who worked hard all year, this is