Twas the night before Christmas,
The birthday of Jesus,
When Jean Grey developed her telekinesis
She hovered so smoothly, right into the air
and hoped that Xavier soon would be there.

Her brother lay snuggled and sound in his bed
With dreams of Galactus devouring his head.
And mother, she slumbered in somnolent ease,
After watching Reed Richards stretch through a striptease.
Dad, in the basement, paced up and down the room
plotting revenge, for he’s Victor von Doom.

Then, from outside, there arose such a shriek
Jean floated to the window to venture a peak
There right before her, the Blackbird just floated
And she herd in her mind, what Xavier emoted.

Jean jumped out the window and flew like a Phoenix
To attend private school like a fortunate genius!
Professor X warned her that the work would be hard,
in a voice reminiscent of Captain Picard.

Jean nodded approval and with her consent
Storm piloted the blackbird into ascent.
And in all their minds they heard Professor X think up,
about where they would follow their mutant Marvel Team-Up.

“On Phoenix, on Kitty and on Wolverine... On Cyclops and Havok and onward Banshee...
Onward my mutants, fly into the night,
Peace and justice for all,
and for all a nerd’s night!”