Everyone has their own holiday traditions and the Tamaranians are no exception. Beast boy created his own little rendition of a classic after experiencing his first Tamaranian Christmas and now I'm here to share it with you!
Disclaimer: The Teen Titans belong to Cartoon Network and DC Comics, unfortunately.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Tower,
Not a Titan was stirring, no, not at this hour.
The meat stockings were hung by Starfire with care,
In hopes that St Nichl'lar soon would be there.
The heroes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of beating crime danced in their heads.
And Silky in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the water there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I ran like Kid Flash,
I turned into a pterodactyl and broke the window with a smash.
The moon reflecting on Jump City Bay,
Gave the luster of Cyborg on a mid-summers day.
When, what to my wondering eyes should show up,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny glor'glups.
Recalling the stories Starfire had shared,
I knew in a moment it must be Nichl'lar.
More rancid than Johnny his weird animals smelled,
And he whistled, I was flattered, and he really yelled!
"Now Das'nar! Now, Danc'cal! Now, Pran'erlac and Vix'el!
On, Com'lar! On, Cup'roph! On, Don'ler and Blitz'rel!
To Gotham! To Tameran! To Steel City now!
To all the good kanorf'gahs and all the good graph'gows!"
As the Hive-Five before the Titans attack,
When they meet with an obstacle, they run screaming back.
So up to the roof the weird flying things flew,
I wonder if I could turn it to them too? Nope, too weird.
And then, in a second, I heard around my head,
The moaning and complaining of titans getting out of bed.
As I looked around, and flew upside-down,
Crashing passed me St Nichl'lar came with a bound.
He was dressed all in lizard skins, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with broken glass or something that rhymes with foot.
A bundle of some kind of beef he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a murderer, I wanted to throw up.
His teeth-how they twinkled! His red eyes, how scary!
I should have yelled for Robin, or maybe even Larry!
I think his sharp nails would have worried even Raven,
I dashed around my room looking for a safe haven.
The stumps on his hands resembled fingers,
And the smell of it all was beginning to linger(s).
What was Starfire thinking?
Dude! Really, why is he winking?
I mean, he was kind of okay, he didn't seem mad,
And I laughed when I realized that this was just sad!
He was only a holiday icon from a far away place,
It must take him a long time to drive all the way from space.
He looked about my room then went straight to his job,
He filled all the stockings, now I feel like a slob.
I wanted to call down the others; I was getting majorly pumped,
But giving a nod, through another window he jumped!
He landed in his sleigh, to my team he gave whistle,
And as he flew away they ran in faster than a missile.
But we heard him exclaim, before he got out of sight,
"Flor'laf gargen Christ'mar, selParo gargen fellnip'ly!"
Or as Starfire translated, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
I told you guys I wanted to do a Christmas special. Bam! There you go.