Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The traps were all set by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Fatboy soon would be there.

The New Recruits were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visionsof do we realy wanna' go there ? I mean, they are teenagersdanced in their heads.
And Ororo in her 'kerchief, and Logan in his flannel footed PJ's,
Had just sat down at the control pannel to moniter those teenagers, because you know how they get.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Jamie sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Pietro flew like a flash,
Tore open Tabby's window and ran in real fast.

Logan saw him and knew he must go
He drew his claws ready to slay a foe.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a plate of nachos and a six pack of beer.

Logan was on them suckers like a greasy rabbit firin' outta canon in July,
He knew in a moment them teenagers was up to somethin'.
More rapid than eagles they ran down the stairs,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Multiple! now, Magma! now, Jubilee and Berzerker!
On, Cannonball! On, Wolfsbane! on, on Iceman and Sunspot!
You kids just been caught!
Now back to bed, Back to bed, Back to Bed All!"

As they bagan to leave he began to shout,
Because a Fatman in red was making his way down.
He crouched down readying hisself for attack,
When he lept to the living room Fatboy was hit with a THWACK .

And then, in a twinkling, he felt many teeth
He had just been caught by a bear trap's snap.
As he drew in his head, all of the pain,
Fatman looked at him deeply like he was insane.

The fat guy was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, As Logan gave him a smack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were all bloody, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was smashed in so much,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the dutch.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And Logan encircled his head a metalic wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he was hit, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Logan laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but reached straight for his gun,
And shot at Logan's chest, then turned with a jerk.
And Logan healed and then punched the man's nose,
And threw him down to the ground, so he would soon go!

He sprang to his feet, to the chimney he went,
And up he would go, giving Logan the finger.
But Logan heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
"FOREVER THEY GET COAL BECAUSE OF THAT FIGHT!"