(as read by Natalie Fisher, Karen Rought and Courtney Guy of Not Another Teen Wolf Podcast)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the loft
The pack was stirring, Stiles was playing Lara Croft
Allison baking cookies, Lydia icing with care
Isaac and Scott were on their way there
Derek was sulking, lying prone in his bed
While visions of Alphas danced in his head
Cora came over and gave him a thwap
“C’mon, big brother, it’s too late to nap.”
Then from the front door, there came such a racket
As in tumbled Scott and Isaac, with no jacket
And a large Christmas tree grasped ‘tween the two
They made their way in, not quite sure what to do
Derek rolled out of bed, pushed Cora aside
“Over here, idiots,” he said, being snide.
“Right next to the staircase, the one I don’t use.
We have to hurry, there’s no time to lose.”
The tree now in place, video games set aside
Stiles stood back and took in the scene with great pride
This was all his idea, a pack Christmas, their first
And he was so filled with joy, he thought he would burst
Now Derek, and Cora, and Isaac, and Scott
All stood admiring the tree that they’d got
And Allison and Lydia, with cookies in hand,
Joined in with the pack as Stiles adjusted the stand
“It’s a good tree,” Derek said with a smile
“I like it,” he said. “Good job, Stiles.”
“Hey,” Isaac said, popping out from the tree
“Stiles didn’t help, it was all Scott and me.”
“His idea,” Derek said, grabbing the lights.
Isaac frowned, pouting, “Well, that’s just not right.”
Stiles just laughed and helped to wrangle
The Christmas lights, which were all in a tangle
Scott and Allison unpacked the case
That held all the ornaments safely in place
And passed them out, one by one
Waiting for Derek and Stiles to be done
Stiles strode up the stairs, trailing lights below
And watched as they carefully started to glow
Derek wrapped them ‘round the tree with great care
And the whole pack stopped a minute, just to stare
As the tree lit the loft in soft, gentle light
For a moment, everything seemed just right
Then the alarm started ringing, its light flashing bright
Shrieking loud and long through the night
“Oh no,” Derek sighed, getting ready for attack
He’d do anything to protect his pack
And through the front door, dressed all in red
Came Peter, his uncle, who used to be dead
He carried a large sack, filled to the brim
With presents and other types of holiday trim
“I’m here to help,” he said, stepping right up
To the tree, where he laid down his big bag of stuff
“Thanks,” Lydia said. “You can go now.”
And Derek fought back the urge to howl
As Peter stepped back to the door with a scowl.
“Just remember,” he said, “I’m the alpha now.”