Merry Christmas To All, and To All a Bad Guy

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And down in the Chamber,
Tom Riddle was standing
Right next to a reindeer.

Be it Dasher or Prancer?
The young man knew not.
For he’d killed it, you see;
The blood was starting to clot.

He hissed, loud and clear –
A most startling sound.
Then deep in the shadows
Came a sight to astound:

A snake, black as coal
And with eyes all aglitter
Like lights on a tree –
A most fearsome critter.

But Tom showed no fear
Of the almighty beast.
In fact, he was here
To offer a feast.

“It’s Christmas time,”
Mused the future Dark Lord,
Stroking the Basilisk
That he so adored.

“Upstairs, all the students
Have put down their pens.
Cards written, gifts wrapped
To give to their friends.”

“But I have none,” Tom Riddle
Said with a shrug.
The snake coiled gently
In a writhing, cold hug.

And here, the boy smiled –
A rather rare sight.
And it seemed that this night
Was a little more bright.

“I have no friends but you,”
Tom Riddle proclaimed,
And offered the reindeer
He’d earlier maimed.

Blood sticky and sweet
Drip-dripped on the stones.
The snake hissed in delight
And crunched at the bones.

“Merry Christmas, my friend,”
Tom Riddle did sigh.
The snake hugged him closer.
“And to all a good night…”

MERRY CHRISTMAS, READERS!

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