A/N: Well, here it is...better late than never, I always say! Anyway, this is just a cute, fluffy poem with no angst whatsoever. Sorry, those of you who were traumatized by "Red Christmas". Enjoy!

It's Christmas Eve

And though crime never rests

The heroes of Gotham

Sure do their best

For on this special night

No one's out on patrol

Their lives are too precious

Instead, family is goal

While the cave sits below

Cold, dark, and dreary

The mood upstairs is festive

The holidays are quite cheery

There are four sons in all

Though one is seen rarely

But he comes for Christmas every year

Always on time (just barely)

The oldest has a girl

A pretty one with red hair

And, at Christmas next year

There'll be a little one there

The youngest is sour

Most of the time

But with his family's help

Even his spirits will climb

The middle son had family

But they were never close

Now he has loving brothers

Of whom he loves to boast

Then there's the father

A millionaire with a heart of gold

He will always adore his children

Past the year he grows old

Lastly, there's the butler

Who's served many years

He is respected and loved

Never met with glares or sneers

And so, there's the family

Thought different as they are

When they all come together

Nothing can keep them apart

A/N: I hope that appeased your feels for the day. Remember, even though the holidays will soon be drawing to a close, I will still take Christmas poem and one-shot requests for those of you who still need your fix. Merry Christmas!

~Val