It is drawing near the Christmas season, so I thought I'd write this! I left Santa's lines kind of the same since it probably wouldn't be that much different… Anyway, This is in Gru's POV , ENJOY!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my lair,

Not a minion was stirring, not even a hair.

The weapons were poised at the chimney and loaded

So when Santa snuck in he could be exploded;

My kittens were nestled all snug in their missiles,

The Christmas tree ornaments all hung on their bristles;

I slink out of bed, for I needed to grab

My laser beam gun from down in the lab,

When out in the yard there arose such a boom,

I did not think he would be here so soon!

Out into the cold, I flew like a rocket,

Tore open the doors, and drew from my pocket

The freeze ray I always do carry around,

For whenever I feel like shooting a clown.

When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,

But the sharpened antlers of eight reindeer,

On his blood red suit, the moonlight shined;

'Twas Santa, the criminal mastermind!

More rapid than drums, my heart did beat,

And he called their names from his drivers seat;

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

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, I soon began wondering why,

There would be such a sight way up in the sky,

So up to my house-top the monsters they flew,

The shingles creaked, the howling wind blew.

And then, on the roof, I listened in fear;

The hissing and snorting of his evil deer.

Down through the chimney St. Nicholas did slide,

And I knew in an instant that he would be fried.

I ran back to the house, for the game was afoot,

And I looked at his clothes; all tarnished with soot;

All of my weapons were aimed at his face,

From my newest designs, to my medieval mace,

When he saw me, he lost all the blood from his cheek,

His eyes were like fire, his nose like a beak.

His droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer

But still, I could sense his trembling fear.

He looked like the spawn of Buddha and Lucifer,

And his fat stomach bulged even bigger than Jupiter.

He had a broad face, which no one could trust.

I gave him a look of purest disgust.

He was chubby and wrinkled, an ugly old elf,

I evilly laughed, in spite of myself;

A twitch of his eye and a twist of his head,

Would fill other souls with unspeakable dread;

And before he went on his killing spree,

He silently placed something under the tree.

With one crooked finger aside of his nose,

Instead, he left in search for easier foes.

He sprang to his sleigh, with a crack of his whip,

He rose to the sky, and began his new trip.

But he yelled something strange as he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Yeah, I figured Gru would have a different take on Santa Clause; it would even be difficult for a villain like him to fly to EVERY house in the world in one night and manage to break in without detection. Seriously, with the right motives, Santa could do a lot of damage! Merry Christmas!

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