A team X version of the night before Christmas poem, its kind of lame if you ask me, (its hard to redo someone else's poem) but I had to use the first line somehow, it was just too good! Anyway, Stryker pays a visit in the middle of the night and makes the mistake of going for the cookies XD what were you expecting, santa?
The Night Before Christmas...
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the base,
not a creature was stirring, not even Wade,
Victor was sleeping, warm in his bed,
while visions of battlefields swam in his head,
When down in the kitchen I heard something shatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,
Down the stairs I flew in a flash,
extended my claws ready to slash,
When what to my eyes in the dark should appear,
but Stryker bent in positions quite queer,
Retracting my claws what else I found,
the Christmas tree was no longer around,
Around his boot a cord was hooked,
he was tangled in lights from his head to his foot,
He stood up and gave me a nod of his head,
through the rest of the base he more carefully tread,
He spoke not a word, only picked up his work
Then back to me he turned with a jerk,
Giving another nod of his head,
out the door he went,
I heard him say as he walked out of sight,
"Merry Christmas Logan."
"Whatever, goodnight."
