The X-men: Revenge Before Christmas

Author:  AeLonwyne

Disclaimer:  All characters are Marvel's.  I'm not out for money, just fun.

'T was but a night before Christmas and all through the east wing, not a Mutant was stirring not even an Angel wing. Tin cans and string were hung 'round with care. In hopes that Magneto would not come there.

Gambit was nestled all snug in his bed while visions of Rogue danced through his head. And Iceman with nylon, and Hank with a gag, had tied up poor Cyclops to swing like a rag.

When out in the yard there came such a clatter that I leapt to the window, and tipped over the ladder. Off of the ladder Storm fell with a thump, I opened the window but was knocked to my rump.

But what to my wondering mind should appear but a red-headed woman, who seemed to be floating in air. With green eyes a flashing, as though she might take a life. I knew in a minute it must be Scotts wife. 

More rapid than beagles her back up they came she snickered and told them to end this darn game.

Now Marrow, now Gambit, Now Psyloke and Angel. On Rogue and Wolvie, on Kitty and 'Elf. To the top of the Lamp post to the top of the loo, go fetch me the Furball, and Popsicle boy too.

All of a sudden I heard screaming and running, like a stampeding herd, I remember me thinking it was rather absurd. But I turned round and looked down the hall, heard my friend Beast who was trying to call.

His blue fur was tattered and in all directions, and had cut that might end up with infections. Rogue just then rounded the corner without anycare, had feathers all sticking up through her hair.

Iceman came running from the other end of the hall, and Rogue screamed from the ice that had caused her to fall. Henry and Bobby flew down the stairs only to be greeted with many a glares.

Jean stood there gloating and appeared to be floating. When at last Jean spoke while Wolverine continued a threatening poke. "Give me my husband and I might let you live, if not I may have to shove you two into a sieve."

Reluctanly they told how Cyke swung rag. And they were taken outside to fly like a flag. Jean rose to the roof, and laughed at the spoof. She tripped to the floor, and called past the door…

"Merry Christmas too, and 
STOP THIS DARNED JOKE WAR!"