Twas a Mystic Falls Christmas in the Mikaelson house.
Not a creature was stirring, except of course for Klaus.
He was painting again and pining over Care,
In hopes that some Christmas she might spend it there.
Elena was snuggled in a Salvatore's bed,
All of them thankful to still have their heads.
And Bekah in her coffin, could ignore all the crap,
For she'd freshly been daggered and would enjoy a long nap.
Then Klaus found himself disturbed by a clatter.
Someone would die over this little matter.
Down the stairs he flew like a flash,
Ripped the door from its hinges and knocked over the trash.
The moon was shining bright on objects below,
And everything was covered in a blanket of snow.
When what to his narrowing eyes should appear,
But a dozen angry hybrids, their intentions quite clear.
With a hand to one's ribcage and buried so quick,
They knew in a moment… You don't piss off Nik.
More rapid than bullets each deadly movement came.
Klaus kicked hybrid ass and he took hybrid names.
"Now, sweetpeas! Now, loves! Now, sweethearts, you die!
Where's that prick, Tyler? Don't bother to lie!
I'll remove each of your hearts and watch as you fall,
And I'll use your heads to decorate my wall!"
As a chorus of "O Holy Night" filled the sky,
A wealth of incredible carnage did fly!
Hybrid hearts were ripped and hybrid heads flew.
Blood covered the ground—and Niklaus, too.
Fallen minions around him, he heard to his side,
One scared little hybrid attempting to hide.
Klaus drew a slow breath and followed her down,
Did away with her as well then made his way into town.
He was covered in blood, from his head to his feet.
He approached Carol Lockwood as she took a seat.
He stated his case and grabbed Carol's head,
Then submerged it in water until she was dead.
He turned on his heel and headed back home,
To finish his painting and spend Christmas alone.
As he strolled out of sight, we all heard him say,
"Happy Christmas, sweethearts, but stay out of my way."