'Twas the night of Mickey, all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The brushes were hung by the easel with care, In hopes that Oswald soon would be there.

The players were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Wasteland danced in their heads. And Mickey in his cap, and Oswald with a grin, Had just settled in for a new adventure to begin.

When out on the screen, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the console, I flew like a flash, Tore open the game, ready for the clash.

The moon on the Wasteland, glowing so bright, Gave a luster of magic to the world's delight. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a brave little mouse, full of courage and cheer.

With Oswald the Lucky, by his side so dear, Mickey jumped into action, without any fear. They painted the world with brushes so fine, Reviving forgotten lands, one at a time.

Through twists and turns, they battled their way, Solving puzzles and challenges, come what may. They faced Mad Doctor, the Phantom Blot too, With Oswald and Mickey, there's nothing they couldn't do.

As the game progressed, their friendship grew strong, Together they conquered, righting all wrongs. And I heard them exclaim as they finished their quest, "Happy gaming to all, and to all, epic success!"