Disclaimer: The character of Severus Snape was created and is owned by J K
Rowling. I am simply playing with him and am getting absolutely no
monetary reward for doing so. The following poem is obviously a parody of
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, most commonly attributed to Clement Clark
Moore (now there's a whole controversy in itself).
'Twas the Night Before Christmas (Or, A Visit from S. Snape)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home
Not a creature was stirring, not even a gnome
My cauldron was filled full of eggnog of course
But my spirit was heavy with pain and remorse
The house-elves had made up my bed with such care
But what did it matter-with no one to share?
So I in my nightie, so lacy and tight
Sat myself down for long, lonely night
When deep in the hearth the flames sputtered and spattered
I tilted my head to see what was the matter?
I blinked and I stared, disbelief filled my face
And the next thing I knew, my heart started to race
For out of the haze there arose such a sight
A wizard emerging, with robes black as the night
He was ashy and dusty, but untouched by the fire
And it took just one look, I was filled with desire
Then he snorted and muttered and brushed his clothes clean
With fingers so graceful, so long and so lean
His long hair was black, a bit greasy and slick
And I knew in a moment, it wasn't St. Nick
I found myself gazing, my mouth wide and agape
I could not believe it, he looked just like dear Snape!
He was dressed all in black, from his toes to his head
And I hoped in an instant we'd soon be in bed
Than rapidly out of those sweet lips there fell
A whole string of curses, "Dear Merlin, it's hell!
"Damn Albus, Damn Potter, Damn that Weasley and Granger!
Damn Lupin, Damn Hagrid, could they act any stranger?"
We all should be practicing quite nasty curses
Instead those fools sit and sing holiday verses!
This inane Christmas cheer-oh it's humbug I vow!
I've run away, run away, run away now!"
"Dear Madam, excuse me," he said with a bow
"I fear that I should introduce myself now."
"I'm Professor Snape, and, believe me, my dear-
Despite my fierce looks, you have nothing to fear."
"Oh, Severus, dear!", I replied with a wink
"I knew you at once-won't you please have a drink?"
In an instant both glasses were filled to the brim
And he sat down beside me-it really was him!
"What's the matter?" he asked, "do you not like the nog?"
"Well, really," I said, "I had hoped for a snog."
"Far be it from me to refuse your request."
And believe me, dear friends, he can kiss with the best!
The next morning found me, alone and bereft
For when I had wakened, he'd already left
But under the tree there were gifts wrapped with tape
And on all the tags were the words: "Love, from Snape"
I opened my parcels and gifts in a trice
The presents he'd left me were really quite nice
But allow me to say, and I hope I'm not bragging
That the best gift of all was my Slytherin shagging
'Twas the Night Before Christmas (Or, A Visit from S. Snape)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home
Not a creature was stirring, not even a gnome
My cauldron was filled full of eggnog of course
But my spirit was heavy with pain and remorse
The house-elves had made up my bed with such care
But what did it matter-with no one to share?
So I in my nightie, so lacy and tight
Sat myself down for long, lonely night
When deep in the hearth the flames sputtered and spattered
I tilted my head to see what was the matter?
I blinked and I stared, disbelief filled my face
And the next thing I knew, my heart started to race
For out of the haze there arose such a sight
A wizard emerging, with robes black as the night
He was ashy and dusty, but untouched by the fire
And it took just one look, I was filled with desire
Then he snorted and muttered and brushed his clothes clean
With fingers so graceful, so long and so lean
His long hair was black, a bit greasy and slick
And I knew in a moment, it wasn't St. Nick
I found myself gazing, my mouth wide and agape
I could not believe it, he looked just like dear Snape!
He was dressed all in black, from his toes to his head
And I hoped in an instant we'd soon be in bed
Than rapidly out of those sweet lips there fell
A whole string of curses, "Dear Merlin, it's hell!
"Damn Albus, Damn Potter, Damn that Weasley and Granger!
Damn Lupin, Damn Hagrid, could they act any stranger?"
We all should be practicing quite nasty curses
Instead those fools sit and sing holiday verses!
This inane Christmas cheer-oh it's humbug I vow!
I've run away, run away, run away now!"
"Dear Madam, excuse me," he said with a bow
"I fear that I should introduce myself now."
"I'm Professor Snape, and, believe me, my dear-
Despite my fierce looks, you have nothing to fear."
"Oh, Severus, dear!", I replied with a wink
"I knew you at once-won't you please have a drink?"
In an instant both glasses were filled to the brim
And he sat down beside me-it really was him!
"What's the matter?" he asked, "do you not like the nog?"
"Well, really," I said, "I had hoped for a snog."
"Far be it from me to refuse your request."
And believe me, dear friends, he can kiss with the best!
The next morning found me, alone and bereft
For when I had wakened, he'd already left
But under the tree there were gifts wrapped with tape
And on all the tags were the words: "Love, from Snape"
I opened my parcels and gifts in a trice
The presents he'd left me were really quite nice
But allow me to say, and I hope I'm not bragging
That the best gift of all was my Slytherin shagging
