Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, the original song, or even the holiday.

Grandpa Got Ran Over by a Yokai

Kagome rested herself on a old tree stump as her friends began to sit down for a break after a long day's journey.

"Come on Kagome! I'm hungry!" Inuyasha yelled sniffing through her backpack for his sacred ninja food.

"In a minute now Inubaka. Now sit." She was looking through some letters and postcards her friends back in the present sent her before she jumped down the well. One of them was with her relatives who lived abroad and wrote to Kagome about how everyone was getting ready for the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas. Along with the letter she sent several recopies for fudge, fancy gingerbread, eggnog, and several carols she had sang on the streets.

Kagome had already made one of them her favorite and read it for he hundredth time. "Hmm…I wonder if I can fit this into my own life…"

With the lyric buzzing through her head the neko scrambled through her bag and grabbed a pen and a discarded sheet of algebra homework.

And this was what she wrote:

(music starts)

Grandpa got ran over by a yokai
Walking round our shrine Christmas Eve
You may think there's no such thing as demons
But as for me and Mama we believe

He'd been drinkin too much sake
And we begged him not to go
But he forgot his lucky sutras
And he staggered out the door into the snow
When we found him Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack
He had tooth marks on his forehead
And the stench of miasma on his robes

Grandpa got ran over by a yokai
Walking round our shrine Christmas Eve
You may think there's no such thing as demons
But as for me and Mama we believe

Now we're all so proud of Sota
He's been taking this so well
See him in there watching sumo
Drinking pop and playing games with Inu-Chan
It's not Christmas without Grandpa
All the family's dressed in white
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we open up his gifts or send them back?

Grandpa got ran over by a yokai
Walking round our shrine Christmas Eve
You may think there's no such thing as demons
But as for me and Mama we believe

Now the sushi's on the table
And the pudding's made to feed
And the blue and yellow incense
That would just have match the shade of grandpa's teeth
I've warned all my friends and neighbors
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a girl who flies a feather and plays with imps

Grandpa got ran over by a yokai
Walking round our shrine Christmas Eve
You may think there's no such thing as demons
But as for me and Mama we believe


I hope you've enjoied this. R and R.