I know it's late, but here's a little Christmas Short

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse.
The Supreme Crew sound asleep in their bed
in hopes that evil will stay quiet dead.
The king Naje was asleep, his queen Kherie on his right
both dreaming of a wonderful Christmas night.
The warlock Brandon next room over past out drunk
overdrank so he wouldn't look like a punk.
The planet designer Harrison sleeps in his lab,
late night tinkering to pay his late tabs.
The two generals James and Austen
at a holiday retreat in Boston,
While Marcel the colonel in bed tossing.

When a loud crash came from the den,
the time was a quarter to ten.
The crew rushed into the room
to see the impending doom.
No doom at all,
just a big jolly Santa Claus.

Though Santa looked less than jolly,
no Christmas holly,
instead of a look of anger
the crew knew it was a sign of danger.

The king, with his queen, the designer with the colonel
all ready to fight
The warlock still tucked in bed snook and tight.
Santa with his green and red sword,
in a fighting stance, and dove.
The king, with his demon arm, blocked the first shot
Santa's no match for a demon tough skin tonight.
The colonel in werewolf form, attacked from the side
but was counter with a side kick to his side.
The designer and the queen went to flank from the back
Santa countered with a swing from his sack.
Both went back flying, Santa and Naje still deadlocked
when Santa was surprised after he got socked.
A grand uppercut by the king himself
Santa dazed, still up, called for backup at once.
Down the chimney came three elves, geared up for war
with armor and swords ready to leave the crew torn.

The crew quick to their feet gather together
Naje, Marcel perform the fusion dance together.
A bright light there was before revealing a demonic werewolf
the elves shaking in fear ready to book.
Santa giving them confidence, all four ready for this,
Najcel rushing to them, swiping his claws in a blitz.
Taking the elves down with ease there remains the big man
in a flash though there was a bang.
Harrison fired a rocket
Knocking back Santa, as Harry yelled, "Got 'em!"
Wanting to end this, and go back to bed
Najcel let out a roar his claws ready for the kill
in a stabbing motion ready to leave the fat jolly man dead.
Before anyone could react, all was frozen
as if time itself stopped.
Out walked warlock, hung over from the previous night,
pissed at the noise that went on, he decided to make things right.
Looking at Santa, with a snap of his finger teleport
Santa and his stuff back north,
Looking over at the others he shook his head.
Heading back over, to sleep in his bed he undid
the spell freeing his companions.
The three, now four, Najcel defused confused at what happened
looked around to see Santa Claus disappeared away from the action.
The crew blinked, rubbing their eyes as if a Christmas miracle,
they have won this battle against the spirit of Christmas.
Now they went back to do what they did,
rest, sleep, after a tiring battle.