‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

The Official Superhero Costumes blog will be taking a short break for Christmas. For your enjoyment, here is the classic poem “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” revamped for DC and Marvel. We’ll be back on January 2nd:

‘Twas the night before Christmas; all through Stark Tower
Not a creature was stirring under Hulk’s glower;
The jumpsuits were hung by the wet bar with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The heroes were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of cross-overs danced in their heads;
And Batman in his outfit, and I with my cape,
Had just settled our heads for a quick winter scrape,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from Wayne manor to see to the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
when what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Lockjaw! Now, Zabu! Now Lockheed and Krypto!
On, Redwing! On, Jumpa! On, Streaky and Beppo!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild super breath fly,
When they meet up with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the mansion the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of gadgets; St. Nicholas too-
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in spandex, from top down to toes,
And ashes and soot now covered all of his clothes.
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
And he looked an inventer, opening his pack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the emblem on his chest was as white as snow;
The stump of his pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and white hair on his chin
His belly was as big as the evil Kingpin.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me less reason I had before to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went back to his work,
And piled all the presents, then turned with a jerk,
And giving the JLA hero salute,
Then adding a nod, he rose back up the chute;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Merry Christmas

If you liked this, also check out the Star Wars version on our sister blog.


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