'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Xmen Style by garggirl
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the X mansion
Not a creature was stirring, the day was now done;
The stockings were hung by the Blackbird with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The Xmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mutants danced in their heads;
And Charles in his nightshirt and long, white cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When above in the sky there arose such a clatter,
The Xmen sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
They pulled on their uniforms and flew out in a dash,
Out onto the lawn as quick as a flash.
The full moon glistening on the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to the Xmen's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than than the X-jet his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the rooftops the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
"It's Santa!" said Bobby "He really came!"
"Not possible. It couldn't be," said Lorna Dane.
"Then do explain this," Kitty did yell.
All Logan could say was "What the hell?"
Looking up again they seen Santa was gone,
"I'm goin' back to bed!" Bishop said with a yawn.
Walking past the den, they heard a noise from the roof,
The dancing and prancing of each little hoof.
As they fired up their powers, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all soiled with ashes and soot;
A bag full of goodies he had slung on his back,
And he looked like a merchant just opening his sack.
His eyes -- how they sparkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was festively plump, a right jolly old elf,
Which made Beast laugh out, in spite of himself.
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
St Nick gave the heroes that they had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his digit aside of his nose,
And a curt lil nod, up the smoke stack he rose.
He jumped in his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
With a squeal of glee Booby sprang to the tree,
Took to shaking the gifts, wondering "What could they be?"
Ripping open a present, Scott shouted "Santa's the best...
...Look here, Santa gave me a new coat and a vest!"
The rest gathered 'round and zipped through the pile
Their laughter and chattering could be heard for a mile.
THE END