'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Villa,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Kira.

His Death Note was hidden in his desk drawer with care,

just in case Santa Claus soon should be there.

Ryuk, Light had allowed, to sleep in the bed,

while visions of apples danced in his head.

Then all of the sudden there arose such a clatter,

Light jumped from his bed to see what was the matter.

As he looked out the window he began to remember,

it was probably that FBI agent, Ray Penbar.

"But didn't I kill him? And Naomi as well?"

Then he looked out again, and he swore he saw L.

L was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

and it seemed he was covered in ashes and soot.

"What the hell's going on, is this some sort of dream?"

Light asked as he noticed the rest of the team.

"What are they up to?" Light thought to himself,

as he stared at Matsuda, who was dressed like an elf.

The next thing he saw, caused him to stare,

a sleigh and eight reindeer, floating in air!

"Can it be, that in fact, Ryuzaki's Saint Nick?"

"No of course not," he thought, "This must be a trick!"

Then he thought of a plan that he thought was so great,

as he pulled out his Death Note, he hardly could wait.

"If he's not Santa Claus, then he'll be perfectly fine."

And he started to write, using up a whole line.

In a fancy red pen, he wrote down "Santa Claus",

And he left it at that, not writing a cause.

Then he looked back outside, and what he saw made him sick.

Leaving his neighbors was the real life Saint Nick.

He looked just like Light thought, he was old, fat, and merry.

Dressed all in fur, with a nose like a cherry.

"No this can't be! Santa can't die!"

Light said rather loud, as he started to cry.

He kept looking out at the group down below,

and he thought he heard Santa exclaim, "Ho ho ho!"

Then he turned and he looked at the clock on his wall,

40 seconds had past; then he saw Santa fall.

"Santa Claus, why?!" he screamed at the man,

before realizing that this might have been in L's plan

"If Santa Claus dies, when light sees me in fur,

then we'll finally know he's a mass murderer."

And seeing as how he had indeed died,

"Light must be Kira." L said, his eyes wide.

Up in the window they saw a grief-stricken Light,

who already had started reviewing his plight.

From down below he heard the teams cries,

and he turned to his bed, "Ryuk, give me the eyes!"

But Ryuk was asleep, or pretended to be,

which caused Light to exclaim, "You damn shinigami!"

Already the team was ascending the stairs,

then they entered the room, and Light met all their glares.

"Santa is dead." L said, walking in.

"And there's a thirty percent chance it was you who killed him."

"How could I kill him? And furthermore, why?"

Light asked Ryuzaki, beginning his lie.

But Light had forgotten, in plain view on his bed,

the Death Note lay open, Saint Nick's name in red.

"I can explain, L!" Light started to say,

but L simply turned saying "Guys, take him away."

Yet as they began to put handcuffs on Light,

Outside of the window they all saw a strange sight.

Flying away in his magical sled,

was jolly Saint Nick, who wasn't quite dead.

"How can that be?" thought both L and Light,

as they watched Santa Claus fly off into the night.

"Well I guess I was wrong." L finally said,

as he turned to the other men, scratching his head.

Then, as if the night could get any more weird,

an apple flew past, before it then disappeared.

So they all returned home, that Christmas Eve night.

Except for of course L, who spent it with Light...

Just kidding.

The End.