HOW HAVE WE DONE THREE OF THESE?

Sato, Bakugo, and Kirishima took turns wailing on Santa while the rest of 1-A dismantled the North Pole. Once all the toy factories burned, they gathered to roast marshmallows over the embers.

"There!" Sato said. "That ought to keep us from going through another one of those cheesy, half-baked holiday specials! Now who's ready to wrap this up, go home, and stuff ourselves sick with cookies?"

A cheer rose from the class. As they turned to leave in Momo's jet, Eri walked out of the plane and asked, "Hey Big Brother? When is Santa coming?"

The class collectively turned to stare at Santa's bruised, broken body. While they faltered, Izuku said, "Given the damages he suffered, it would be at least twenty-six years, after extensive chemotherapy-"

Ochako shoved a sock in Izuku's mouth. "Don't you worry, little angel. Santa's checking on his reindeer while the elves are loading all the presents into the sleigh."

"They are?" Bakugo shouted. "Where? I'll kill-"

Tsuyu buried him under a snowbank. "Anyone who tries to stop Christmas. So, just go to bed, Santa can't come and visit if you're still awake."

Eri bounced with excitement. "Oh boy, presents! I'll go to bed right away!"

As she ran to get her unicorn blanket, class 1-A scrambled to action. Sato shoved Big Macs and KFC down Yaoyorozu's gullet as presents poured out of her, and Sato wrapped everything in tape. Tokoyami, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Iida hitched themselves to the sleigh while Ochako made it weightless

"Is that everyone?" Momo asked.

Kaminari checked the list twice. "Yep! Let's get going!"

"But wait, the snow's too thick. We won't see where we're going."

"Leave that to me!" Aoyama glittered and shone his beam forward, lighting the way. Hopping aboard, Kirishima threw on a red coat and Santa hat. The sleigh sprouted rockets, and they all shot off into the sky. As they zipped across the world, students hurled presents down chimneys and through windows, delivering presents in a flash.

However, when they came to Izuku's house, Eri was nowhere to be found. Disturbed, they followed the trail of candy apple wrappers and discarded unicorn plushies until they found an abandoned Yakuza hideout that wasn't so abandoned. Eri was inside, and Overhaul had taken her hostage!

"At last!" Overhaul said. "I have come for my revenge! Hand Izuku over, or the girl gets it."

"Who are you again?" Izuku asked.

Overhaul died of emotional damage and crumbled to dust. Eri ran up and gave Izuku a big hug.

"Thank you big brother! Beating Overhaul again is the best Christmas gift ever!"

"Oh, that is too bad. We thought the other presents you got were great too."

"Presents!"

And all of 1-A smiled as they watched Eri unwrap her gifts.

"You know, maybe Christmas isn't so bad after all," Bakugo said. Once his words sunk in, everyone scowled and turned towards the author. As they lunged, the author hurriedly ended the story before they- no, not the face! Help! They're-

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But no seriously, how has there been three Christmases since I stared this? Merry Christmas everyone, and be sure to give Supervillian Santa a look if you want more festive fun.