It was Christmas Eve, needless to say it was night
Not that the time of day mattered much in the city of Twilight
But almost all of the citizens slept in their bed
Despite that so many wished to be up instead
All children in dreams, with their heads on a pillow
Hoped to be visited by a jolly and very large fellow
But their were quite many, adults who had the right
Who decided to stay up and watch the sky that night
But none could see him when he finally came by
Old Santa Claus had entered the starry Twilight's sky
But the chubby old man was in for a surprise this year
And so was each and every one of his many reindeer
A missile, if you can believe it, it hit his famous sleigh
And poor Santa was sure he would actually die this day
But as Santa was praying, with all his heart and soul
The missile exploded, and it turned into a black hole
It sucked up the jolly fat man, and all of his reindeer
And thereafter the hole as snow in sun began to disappear
All the Twilightians who watched this was without a clue
They couldn't see Santa and the event I told about to you
Only the missile, no more than that
Only one saw more, someone called Cat
His mask was enchanted, or at least was it's eyes
Allowed him to see thing others thought was lies
The vigilante was stunned for a second, but only for a tick
Then yelled "what kind of asshole shoots at ol' Saint Nick?!"
That asshole would be Mr. Grey, a not so nice necromancer
He had captured Santa, and even Dasher, Rudolph and Prancer
Santa was strapped to an operation table with straps darkly enchanted
The reindeer were in a cage that was locked, not taken for granted
After all, they were creatures of extreme magic, just like our friend Santa
And great magic was what Mr Grey needed for the Yule monster Aaocenta
A foul creature, very evil, slayed children with glee in it's eyes
But to summon it, needed was more than mere human sacrifice
Strong magic was needed, sacrifice of a creature with magic so wild
The fat jolly man only existed because of a innocent little child
Five years ago, children wished for Nick to come to send evil away
But that, I assure you, is a whole other story for another day
Point is, the jolly fatso exists because magic, Christmas miracles and stuff
Now back to my tale about the man who wanted to chop Santa's head off
Santa struggled to free himself from magic so black
But to no avail as Mr. Grey fetched from his sack
An old ax, on the wooden handle was marks for each kill
With another murder, Aaocenta would soon obey his will
Then, a huge crash! A car went through the wall
It was a taxi, very old one, but not one you could just call
The driver was an goblin called Greg, though not one who was very bright
He had given Cat a lift, so he could hopefully save Christmas with a fist fight
Cat jumped out off the cab, but realized he had come to late
As poor, poor good old Nick had, now a head shorter, met his fate
Santa was dead, that was clear to see
Cat said to Greg; "It's time for plan B"
As the goblin drove away, Mr. Grey laughed with glee
Said; "It's gonna be a jolly good Christmas for me!"
Blood dripped from the ax, but not just the man of Christmas'
It was way WAY too much blood from one single slash
The blood began to boil, despite no heat in the room
Then, Cat took a step back because of the laud boom
An explosion, so very big, and Mr Grey stopped laughed and instead
Well.. actually, nothing, he did nothing, because he was very dead
In mere seconds, his body like a mummy's was it
It was dry of blood after all of it came out of his head that was split
The blood became new body for Aaocenta, spawn of the demigod Zuul
Cat stared at the monster and said; "This is a messed up Yule"
"Wonderful!" said Aaocenta, "Quite frankly, this is good"
"A human to eat. Mortals make such wonderful food"
"Eat me if you dare!" said our masked man, even if he was scared
"But I knew you were to be summoned, so I came very prepared"
Cat held a stick, pressed a button on it, it made it long
It was a of silver made battle staff, with a David star on
The staff, with the star first, went right through the evil one's head
Cat naively hoped for a quick victory, but now he instead
Stood with a staff he had to throw away, it was on fire
Aaocenta laughed and asked "What do you take me for, a vampire?"
"No, but it ought to hurt you just a little, and so will THIS!"
Yelled Cat as he threw a smoke grenade at the evil one, he did not miss
The smoke mixed with garlic was but nothing to the monster than a fart
But a very strong and unpleasant one, one that did quite smart
"Come back here, you flee!" yelled Aaocenta with anger
As Cat quickly ran for cover, well aware of the danger
Bookshelves, tables, a fridge, it did not matter
Aaocenta wrecked it all, graving for splatter
"You have no chance, mere mortals cannot stop me"
"I know" said Cat as he heard a car engine. "But I can stall thee"
Once again, Greg's car with a loud screech as he parked his machine
Six children jumped out if it, as Greg turned of the engine
They saw the dead big man, the famous one dressed in red
They wanted to cry, but did not, knew what he needed instead
All six of them held hands, each one knew their cause
then they said; "We believe in you, Santa Clause"
Aaocenta was baffled, and blinded by a flash
As Santa was alive again, and ready to kick ass
The jolly ol' man, who was not so jolly at that moment
Hammered a fist right in Aaocenta face, and his fist was hard as pavement
Then he broke off his horns, then gave him a kick underneath
Then kicked him in the face, breaking all of his long, pointy teeth
The children cheered, which worried Greg quite a bit
Greg asked Cat if it was alright to let kids watch it
Cat thought of it, then claimed that it was alright
To let kids see Santa save the Christmas night
Santa had come to the finale, decided that it had been a long enough fight
So he said; "Merry Christmas, asshole demon. I bid thee goodnight!"
Aaocenta wimped as Nick violently ripped him in two
As if he had been a piece of paper, or a piece of tissue
The dead monster become liquid, something you could mop up
Santa said; "Well, I better get back to my beloved Christmas job"
The kids cheered and congratulated Santa as he ripped open the cage
The reindeer was cheerful and were ready to once more engage
As Santa flew away on his sleigh, pulled by his magical reindeer
He yelled; "Happy holiday, Twilight City, I will see you next year"