Not long ago, on the night of Christmas Eve
Kirby was playing in the snow.
When out of nowhere an elf ran into the puffball,
Tripping and stubbing his toe.

“Ow!” cried the elf, distraught and troubled,
“I can’t afford to stop now!
The fate of Christmas lies in this message,
If only I had brought a snow plow!”

“Where are you going?” asked Kirby with a smile,
Oblivious to the elf’s distress.
“To seek help from the King of Dream Land” said the elf,
“To help Santa out of a mess.”

“A giant blue penguin has wrecked our factory,
And all of our toys are lost!
Santa is supposed to leave in a matter of hours,
But he’s crying and sick from the frost.”

Kirby suspected that King couldn’t help,
As it seemed this was all of his fault.
He transformed into a pink snow plow,
And drove to King Dedede’s vault.

Kirby and the elf found Dedede,
Unwrapping all the presents he’d stolen.
They rushed in to stop his villanious caper
When they found that their hearts had swollen.

The king was giving out presents to all,
To every Waddle Dee and each Waddle Doo.
Kirby and the elf wanted to be angry,
But the sight caused them to be moved.

“I’m glad you could make it Kirby,”
Said Dedede with a smile,
“I haven’t seen the residents of Dream Land
This happy in awhile!”

“This is very nice for us,” said Kirby,
“But think about how sad the kids will be
If they wake up with no presents
Underneath their Christmas tree?”

With a tear in his eye Dedede said,
“I need to set this right.
Let us get to work everyone,
We’re going to have a busy night.”

So the inhabitants of Dream Land
Rode stars to the North Pole
There they found Santa Clause
Preparing lumps of coal.

“Not you again!”
Cried out old Saint Nick.
“Haven’t you caused enough trouble
With your meddling and your tricks?”

“I’m sorry that I wronged you Santa,
I wasn’t trying to cause you harm.
I just wanted to reward my loyal subjects
For their hard work and for their charm.”

“I know it wasn’t fair,
So I’m here to set things straight.
I think with a little Dream Land magic,
This Christmas could still be great!”

“But the elves can’t make enough toys,
And my sleigh is broken down.”
Just then Dedede had a thought
That appeared above his crown.

“Kirby, all my Waddle Dees
Can make toys; they are the best!
If you’ll just model what they need,
They can do the rest!”

So Kirby turned into a car,
A boat, a plane, a doll.
The Waddle Dees copied everything,
And made toys enough for all.

“But what of my sleigh,” said Santa.
“And with this cough how will I ever fly?”
“I think we can help you,” said Dedede
Looking to Kirby with a wink in one of his eyes.

With that Kirby turned into a sleigh,
And sucked up all the new toys.
With Dedede guiding the way,
They found the chimney of every girl and boy.

Cookies were eaten, milk was drank,
And gifts were laid under many a tree.
Christmas was saved and Dream Land was merry.
The North Pole was filled with glee.

Kirby and Dedede and all those from Dream Land,
Waved bye to Santa and every cheery elf.
“Merry Christmas to all! And we’ll see you next year...”
Whispered Dedede all to himself.