Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Lair,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Lion-O’s hair.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

The cubs were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of candy fruit danced in their heads.

I kicked off my boots and took off my bola whip,

And settled my brains to make like Old Rip.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,

I hopped from the hearth to see what was the matter.

Away to the console I flew like a condor,

Tore off the cover and turned on the monitors.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the luster of mid day to the objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

A little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen,

On Comet and Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.

To the top of the paw, to the top of the head,

Now dash away, dash away, that’s what I said."

As mutants before my bola whip fly

When they meet with a Cat soar through the sky.

So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew,

With a sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I rubbed my head and was turning around,

Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, not tiger or panther

And that wasn’t some lion, of that I was sure.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a Berbil just opening a sack.

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples so merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.

His draw little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, a little round belly

Much Snarf after he’s eaten all the jelly.

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 turn of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Then filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like one of Red Eye’s missiles.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight:

"You’re hallucinating Tygra, now turn off the light."

Dear Santa,

Don’t let our names fool you. We really have been good this year. We want a new servant to work for us, our current one keeps failing us. Please also place a lump of coal in his stocking.

Ancient Spirits of Evil

Dear Santa,

As you know, none of my inventions work. Could you send me the blueprints for some Mega Death machine? I promise to be good for the rest of the year, once those Thundercats are out of the way. I would also like a personal cleaner for Castle Plundaar, a new chemistry set and maybe some power tools.

Vultureman

Santa,

You will send me several new psyche clubs, as those Thundercats keep breaking them, you cannot resist me. You will cooperate. While you’re at it bring me a love potion for Chilla, lots of candy to keep Amok occupied and a large box to keep the aforementioned Amok in. A smaller box to put Luna in would also be good. So deliver it now. I am your master.

Alluro

Hello Santa,

What I want for Christmas is:

1) More little pellets.

2) A nice wardrobe.

3) A new car, this hover board is getting quite tiresome.

4) My own room.

Wily Kit

Dear Santa,

I think that, as Lord of the Thundercats, I’ve been a very good boy and deserve all kinds of things. But most of all I want you to send me a right-handed claw shield. It really looks tacky to only have one on. I would also like lots of hair gel and a few brushes.

Lion-O

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