The frost giant that stole Christmas
Loki with his locks of coal
Slipped to Midgard whilst on parole
Imagine the surprise he felt
When the whole population knelt
To a jolly man from the North Pole...
What is this? He wondered all enraged
A man who had the elves enslaved
Who wore Thor's cape and Odin's beard
An yet was loved instead of feared?
Poor Loki, he was feeling quite miffed
All this because that man gave a gift?
Loki could be quite generously
Well, to the right person, that was the key...
Why could they not love him instead
Did they not see the qualities he had?
He could be jolly and full of wit
Much better than that old Christmas git
Was it perhaps the burgundy
That gave him the popularity
Thor's cape was red, and so was the Cap's
And they were both quite beloved chaps
Didn't green mean go and red was stop
Why then was Loki such a flop?
Was that why Santa had changed is attire
From leafy green into crimson fire
If all it took was a new cloak
Than that's what he'd do, good old Lok'
He'd dress up like that Kringle feller
And hide the old man in the cellar
Yes, this was a scheme he could pull off
And finally not be not such a toff
All the people would worship him
And his rule could finally begin
So it was said, and it was done
But if Loki though ruling was fun...
He was in for quite a surprise
Because there was more to Santa's enterprise
For the elves made him write lists
About who had been good and who used their fists
"What do I care who is good," he shouted
"All of them have a mean streak, undoubted
"So no one gets a gift from me
There is no goodness in humanity
The deserved all the misery get
I will rule without regret"
The elves upon hearing this went on strike
They would not be part of this new reich
It seemed to them, that finally
Their boss had lost his marbles you see?
They had not seen through Loki's disguise
And did not get that a man kind and wise
Could suddenly become so mean
And different from the man he'd been
You're on your own, they all concurred
And our mischievous god felt quite hurt
No poor old Loki, he wasn't bad
Just no one understood the troubles that he had
Left alone he started reading a list
To see what this new minion might have wished
When it stated to his great bewonderment
This lady wanted him as her boyfriend
Please Santa give me Loki under my tree
And there was another, how could that be?
I'll treat him kindly, one said
And give him lotsa lovin' another add
The frost giant started to blush
Their candid confessions made him flush
He had an army of girls he didn't know
And they all wanted to give him a go
Though he certainly was not opposed to this
He had no idea how to grant this wish
Even his magic had it's restriction
But good gods, then he read their fan fiction
Never had this orphan felt this much love
But how in Hell was he gonna pull this off
The only one solution there was
Was asking help of father Christmas
So down to the cellar God of Mischief descended
To see if his relationship with Santa could be mended
Looking quite morose and apologetic, he said
"Sorry, but I really didn't mean it so bad"
"I know my son" Kris Kringle patted him on the back
"You're soul isn't really that black
There is much love you have missed
But are you sure of what you have wished?"
"Quite sure," Loki guaranteed
"I like to go where I'm in need
I promise I will not dissatisfy
I'm really not such an evil guy"
There it was settled and that did the trick
To create dozens of Loki's by combined magic
"Loki, this can only be for one night.
But I'm sure they will all squeal with delight"
All Lokis set out that out that Christmas Eve
And even though they soon had to leave
They stole someone's heart for a short time
And for once Loki got a reward for his crime
So thousand of girls spent a night full of bliss
Which was, of course, why Santa had planned all of this
For if you are naughty but also nice
You may come away with the main prize
Want it with pictures? I have been posting it on twitter as an Advent calendar this whole month under the hashtag LokiAdvent... I hope you enjoy it!
