FILK: White Maggot

[Gary Meuse]

No: HPFGUIDX 143111

I like the vist from St. Severus from that page:
http://home.att.net/~coriolan/Christmas.htm#St._Severus

A Visit From St. Severus 

A filk by Catherine Johnson to The Night Before Christmas by 
Clement C. Moore. 

'Tis the night before Christmas and here in the castle
I'm still wrapping presents--egad! What a hassle
I plan to give presents to all of the kids
And the teachers and Filch, and yes, even Hagrid
I'll even wrap one for myself--aren't I clever?
Then they'll never guess it was me--no, not ever!
I don't know what's caused this odd holiday cheer
But it keeps getting stronger as Christmas draws near
So gifts I will give, of books, candies and toys
For all Hogwarts girls and all Hogwarts boys 

I shall use a charm to make the gifts small
How else do you think I could carry them all?
Then I'll take them up, just as quick as can be
And sneak out and put them all under the tree
Ah yes, there is it, what a beautiful sight
And no one will know what I've done here tonight
For quiet I'll be, and clever and sly
I'll be less than shadow as I slither by
And place the gifts hither and thither and yon
And then, like a memory, I'll simply be gone 

For Slytherin! Ravenclaw! Both these and more!
For Hufflepuff! Yes! And even Gryffindor!
I'll slip under the tree! They never will know!
And then, and then, and then I will go! 

But wait, what is this; is some else here?
I get this odd feeling, like someone is near
It's Potter, if course; why'd it have to be him?
He snuck out, I suppose, on some stupid whim.
Perhaps if I'm quiet, and don't make a sound
He'll stay where he is, and he won't turn around.
Yes, stay here I will, until that brat leaves
Now what was that sound? Oh, pro'bly just Peeves. 

But then Potter turns, and looks me right in the eyes
"Oh, damn," I exclaim. "Professor!?" he cries.
"What are you doing," the boy asks with a sneer.
"I could ask you the same; you shouldn't be here!
You're out after curfew, you know that's not right
Do you want detention on Christmas eve night?"
"No, sir," he replies, sounding awfully contrite
Which is good; I'm not in the mood for a fight. 

He looks at the bag I've slung over my shoulder
And takes a step forward, looking a bit bolder
"Those are presents, aren't they? Who are they for?"
"That's none of your business, Potter, don't be a boor.
Just leave me alone here and go back to bed
And get thoughts of this night right straight out of 
your head."
At this, he shrugs and heads out of the hall
Well, now that that's over--presents for all! 

Christmas day dawns, so clear and so bright
And mysterious presents showed up in the night
All the kids are so happy, they can't wait to see
And, oh look, some new potion books all just for me
So they eat and they play, and they can't help ask, "Who?"
But they never will know--well, perhaps one or two.
Before I depart, I must not fail to mention:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to Potter--DETENTION!" 


"gmeuse"