Hitmonlee was quick and strong with their knead, the holiday spirit was lit, calm, and free and inside the hot thoughts of the cookie kits of their mom's christmas trees It was every season that the swift unwrong deeds, of their oven mits being dawned with yuletide speed told the dojo-gym that their mojoed limbs and so so things were to be along side the sugary lifts and other hip gifts and cookies of spritz and fit food comaed yawns bound for their keys of feasting leads Sin