Twas the day before Christmas, in Naruto's place
And for once he did not have a smile on his face.

His stockings were flung, 'round the room without care
For he knew, like last Christmas, no one would be there.

A gift from Iruka lay there on the bed
A bottle of polish for the band on his head

From Sakura a kerchief, Kakashi: a vest
Thus ended his Christmas. He was rather depressed

When out on his door there came a soft knock,
He sprang toward the door despite the small case of shock.

Away to the doorknob he flew like a flash,
Tripping and falling with a very loud crash.

The mess on the breast of the now roughed up floor
Was cursed at as Naruto opened the door,

When, who to his wondering eyes, should appear,
But Hinata, who seemed to be shaking with fear,

With the way that she acted, he thought she'd be sick,
'Course we all know Naruto's incredibly thick.

She tried to say words, only stuttering came,
Despite earlier help from friends by the name

Of, Lee, Sakura, Kurani and Shino
Plus, Neji, and Ten-ten, and Kiba and Ino

They helped her pick out what to tell him and how
But she wanted to dash away! dash away now!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Hinata thought that she was about to cry,

"Hi Hinata," he said and smiled at her too,
If only he knew how Hinata's heart flew.

She thought of escaping to a nearby roof
But felt it would just make her look more like a goof.

As she fought with her head, which was spinning around,
He grabbed her and pulled her in with a bound.

She was dressed in her coat, as she usually did,
As Naruto grabbed arms full of junk to be hid.

Reaching for the package in the coat she had worn,
She thrust it toward him, waiting for his scorn.

His eyes -- how they twinkled -- his smile how it grew
A genuine smile, only seen by a few.

He began untying the red ribbon bow,
Of the box wrapped in paper, as white as the snow.

The box now unwrapped he held tight in his hand,
And peering in had a reaction not planned.

He tried hard not to cry. He would not win though.
A picture of them two, at the bottom, their nindo.

He was happy and touched, a right joyous young man,
And he laughed through the tears, while taking her hand.

The look in his eye, at her shy, lowered head
Held more emotion than could ever be said.

She spoke not a word, she just stared at her feet,
As her face slowly turned as red as a beet,

And laying his hand on the side of her face,
He began feeling, his own heart start to race.

Her head sprang up to hear him whistle low,
And she found them both standing under the Mistletoe.

He wrapped his arms round her, and drew her in tight,
"Merry Christmas, Hinata," for he knew this was right.