Twas the night before Christmas,
And not a camera was rolling, not even a flash through out the Septic house.
Every one was locked up in their cozy beds,
But not three residents whom were up and about.

Jackie sensed a disturbance in the force. Whether it being a person narrating his life, or it being the change of weather, something was a foot.

His non-existent super senses were a-tingling as he searched throughout the house. He lifted every cushion, opened every door, yet he could not find was had him on the edge of his seat.

He scratched his head and walked over to the front door, where his ears perked up upon the strange feeling increasing. He ran through the door, and the scent increased. He put his nose against the ground, and he picked up the scent even stronger now.

He had no idea how long he was looking, and how fast he was going. He just kept going where the scent wafted more into his nostrils.

The only time he hesitated in his search was when the scent was at its strongest, and the ground was a lot colder, and he felt wet mushy stuff surrounding a good portion of his body.

He looked up, and bumped his head on something. He hissed out a curse from his clenched teeth. He glared at what caused his injury and instead of seeing a human, he saw a candy cane striped pole.

He saw that surrounding his body was white fluffy snow and not adoring fangirls. So with all of his might he yelled out into the night air, "WHAT THE F**K!"