On Christmas Eve at the Iceberg Lounge, Penguin was beginning to close for the night, but the Riddler had something to say.
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Penguin." Nygma said, shaking the Penguin's hand.
"Christmas, Bah." Penguin groaned. "What a sorry excuse for a holiday. People ask me for gifts and bonuses every year, but to them I say No siree bob!"
"Please, my son Kid Question is sick with the flu, so I need you to give me the day off on Christmas."
"Look, if I were too busy giving everyone with sick kids the day off on Christmas, Batman, Gordon and the GCPD would put us out of business because we would be vulnerable." Penguin was becoming insane. "Christmas or no Christmas, you will be on guard duty to make sure if Batman shows up."
"But Penguin, he's not going to be around on Christmas Day." Riddler was feeling sad.
"Did I stutter?" Penguin was mad. Riddler sighed.
"Very well, and to you I say, Good Day!"
Later that night at the Cobblepot Mansion, Penguin was in his black and white striped pajamas, ready to call it a night.
"Cobblepot, wake up." A voice spoke to him. The Penguin grabbed his umbrella gun.
"Who's there?" He cackled. A ghostly figure in the form of a woman shackled in chains showed up.
"It is I, Tracey Buxton." She told the big bird man.
"Listen here, you little swine, I will mop the floor…" Penguin was cut off.
"Silence!" Tracey shouted. "I am here to inform you that tonight you will be visited by three spirits, each of which will help you understand the true meaning of the holiday season." The ghost vanished.
"Good, now I can get some shut-eye." Penguin finally went back to sleep.