This post originally appeared on Panels, which is now Book Riot Comics
Twas the night before Christmas, and in my favorite fiction,
Kamala hit a robot while she screamed, “Embiggen!”
The stockings were emblazoned with a red and yellow “S.”
But what was inside them? Only a telepath could guess.
The villains were nestled all snug in their cages,
Plans for world dominations failed at different stages.
So Joker with his smile and Lex in his suit,
Were sending out cards with dancing baby Groot.
When down in the Batcave, there arose such a clatter,
Down steep and endless stairs, the butler did careen,
While lil’ Bruce arranged toys into a familiar scene.
Now Betty in her nightshirt and Veronica in hers,
Were helping Archie make Christmas hors d’oeuvres.
When a “BAMF” did sing its way down through the hall,
Said Archie, “Oh no, not my onamonapia Christmas balls!”
The X-Men gathered ’round their annual Hanukkah feast,
Frost, Logan, Kitty, and even the Beast.
And to one another, gifts they did bequeath,
Like spandex, adamantium, and a nifty X-Men wreath.
No matter your religion, conviction, or microcosm,
From my home to yours, this pogonophile exclaims,
Enjoy your holidays, whatever their names.