A/N: Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers and favoriters!! I would give you all Christmas cookies if I could! I'm not sure if any of you noticed, but about 5 story alerts were sent out about the last chapter. That was a mistake on my part!! Apologies!

Jacob the Russet Colored Werewolf
had a very fuzzy pelt.
And if you ever pet him,
it's the softest thing you felt.

All of the other werewolves
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Jacob
play in any werewolf games. Then one late night in the field
Bella came to say:
"Jacob, since your coats the best
can I lay on you to rest?"

Then all the werewolves loved him
as they shouted out with glee:
"Jacob, the Russet Colored Werewolf,
you'll go down in history!"

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters or the lyrics to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Merry eve of Christmas Eve everyone!! Reviews welcome!