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
