Twas the Night Before Christmas-X-men Style!
By Electric Fire
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Xavier School
Everybody was stirring, we were no fools ;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there;

We were too psyched to be nestled all snug in our beds,
Visions of video games danced in our heads;
Nightcrawler in his Santa Hat, and I being quite a joker,
Had just settled down for a long game of poker,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we ran like the Flash,
Jean opened the windows with a great CRASH.

The moon shone on our new-fallen snow
You could barely see our decorations below,
When, what to our mutant eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so quick you though he'd never pause,
We all knew at once that it was Santa Claus!
More rapid than Quicksilver his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch and don't you dare fall,
Or I'll swap you for a rocket, now dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before Storm lets a hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the roof top, the reindeer they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Santa Claus too.

And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As we shut the window, and we turned around,
Down the chimney Santa came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung over his shoulder,
And he looked like someone who could never have been colder.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks must be cold, his nose like an cherry!
His comical mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was whiter then snow;

The a piece of gum he chewed in his teeth,
He quit smoking, its quite bad you see;
He had a broad face and was a bit fat,
But our eyes dared each other to tell him just that.

We thought he was chubby and plump, a jolly (not blue) elf,
And we all laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
It was if he thought we had something to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all our stockings; we tried to see what, but he turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his reindeer gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"