Twas the night before Christmas, all through the dojo, Silence reigned calm, as the stars cast their glow. Belts hung like garlands, draped with great care, In hopes that new stripes soon would be there. The mats lay inviting, with stories untold, Of battles and victories, both brave and bold. And there by the window, the trees softly dance, While shadowy figures rehearse their last stance. With gi wrapped like armor, white as snow's gleam, In dreams they see magic, a festive gi team. Reversals and armbars with precise expertise, In the art of jiu-jitsu, they find perfect peace. For even on nights when the air is serene, The flow of the technique stays crisp and keen. And under the spell of this wondrous eve, A Christmas of wisdom they aim to achieve.