"We wish you a merry Christmas! We wish you a merry Christmas! We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" the death eaters sang in unison

"Thank you," Voldemort said evilly, as though he was torturing people instead of singing to them. Well maybe his singing did count as torturing, but whatever. "The next song we are going to sing is Frosty the Snowman!"

"Frosty the Snowman---"

"Get off the stage!" an elderly man yelled, with his fist in the air, "It's bad enough this place tortures with the gelatin meals, but come on! Your voices are so bad, are you trying to kill us?!"

"Was a jolly happy soul," the death eaters continued, ignoring the man. Lucius did a sort of a can-can dance in the front, happily shaking his tambourine.

"MY MOTHER CAN SING BETTER THAN THAT!" an old woman yelled, "AND SHES DEAD"

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE AS WELL IF YOU DON'T SHUT THAT HOLE IN YOUR FACE!" Voldy yelled back angrily from the piano.

"With a corncob pipe and a button nose, and two eyes made out of coal," the group sang in an E flat, excluding Snape. He miserably sang with his arms crossed, angry at the fact that he had to dress up as a reindeer. Rudolph to be exact. And with his nose painted red, it drew even more attention to its size.

"BOO! YOU SUCK!" a group of bald men shouted, "GET A JOB!"

"Frosty the Snowman, is a fairy tale they say—"

"BOO!" an old British man said furiously (A/N I'm not trying to be racist, so plz don't take it in a bad way!)

"SHUT UP!" Voldy screamed at the man over the death eaters singing, Lucius shaking his tambourine, and the other 'boos' the carolers were receiving.

"THAT'S NOT NICE YOU OLD BEAN!" the man yelled back

"HAG"

"FRUITCAKE"

"Damn," Voldemort muttered, "I was going to say that one next."

"There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found—"

"HEY EVERYBODY OVER HERE," one of the bald men shouted, as he scooped up some Jello from the cafeteria in his hand and threw it on stage, hitting Peter in the face.

I don't think I need to write what happened next, for the thought of Jello usually makes me queasy. But lets just say that after Voldemort had been constantly hit in the face with the gelatin, he and the death eaters decided to 'pack it up and head home.' Or, in there case, head back to the bungalow.