Autors notes: I wrote this as a bit of a test to see if I could write reasonably or not. R&R.

WARNING: Mild use of Freaky Factor (but it's not that long so you should live)

Disclaimer: Voldemort and other HP characters mentioned are owned by J.K. Rowling. She also owns the shoe-box in which they live when books, movies or fanfiction aren't being written or made. I also don't on Santa, but I do own my conspiracy theory about him so don't steal it or I'll set Satans Pigeon on you! YARG!

Now for something completely different..

Why Riddle feared Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The mouse in question lay in the recently developed stomach bulge of a rather satisfied snake name Nagini, who was coiled at the foot of her master's bed snoozing sweet dreams of chasing Wormtail around the mansion.

Her master however was not having sweet dreams of chasing anyone, not even dreams of world domination or killing the Potter-child. This was because Lord Voldemort lay awake - which is not the best position for dreams. He stared at the ceiling silently, his glowing red eye's like his very own built in night lights.

He was thankful to have them this night in particular, for unknown to all but him there was something he feared more then Dumbledore, This was something that no matter how many avada kadavas he shot at it, it would return the following year, a demon among demons. An evil creature, as huge and round as a giant Christmas bulb-ball, clothed in red, with a face to match due to it's indulgence in festive pudding and rum.

Many mistook it for a jolly old man who brought presents to good children, but Voldemort had learned the truth...for he was not a good child, and he soon found that though he could hide that from everyone else for a time, he could never hide it from 'him'. 'He' always knew...

A long white finger absentmindedly traced the outline of his liver on his flesh under the blankets and he shuddered. Then as if right on cue there was a light thud on the ceiling and jingle of bells which caused Lord Voldemort to start and hide under the blankets. No matter how powerful the Darklord was he knew: This was an annual punishment he could never escape...

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Now for my version of Santa clause is coming to town.

Gather around children,
listen to what I say,
Because if you ignore this,
you may not live another day.

Oh you better not pout,
you better not cry,
you better not shout,
I'm telling you why,
Cause Santa Clause is coming to town.
Oh this may seem normal,
But I assure you it is not,
Cause poor old Santas hit a low,
And He's about to blow ho ho ho,

SO you better not pout,
you better not cry,
you better not shout I'm telling you why,
cause Santa Clause will come EAT YOUR LIVER!

Is it not disturbing?
But what I tell you IS true,
So if you do not heed this warning,
Then you may not live to new-years.

SO you better not pout,
you better not cry,
you better not shout I'm telling you why,
Cause Santa Clause is coming to town!

Mwhahaha!

Authors note: Yep that's it. Ah the glorious evils! This was just a random idea using my Santa Clause conspiracy theory. He is EVIL! Anywhop like I said this is just a test for if I should or should not attempt writing stories or not...so R&R!

Oh and to clear up the liver business I know we only have one, but lets say Santa has evil liver powers that make them grow back over night then he comes for them again the next year. Like that man from Greek legend who stole fire from the gods and his liver got pecked out by a bird every night as punishment or something.

Okay then...

I'm going now.

Toodles

Ibbly