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This here is a story that goes back for generationsMy daddy told me when I was little,And, and his daddy told him when he was little,And, and well, great-granddad Malfoy told granddad Malfoy when he was little,and, and well heck, this Christmas story goes back as far as there've been Death Eaters themselves!It's the story about the time that...Voldemort stayed up real late so he could visit with Santa ClausHe asked him for a puppy, 'cause Voldemort loves those little paws!You see, one Christmas eve a long time agoLittle orphan Voldemort was in his orphan hole down at the orphanageYou see, Voldemort was an orphanA poor and lonely orphanHe didn't even have enough money to cobble two sticks togetherAnd he was lonelyBoy, was he lonely!Nobody loved little old orphan VoldemortBecause noone loves an orphan!The thing he wanted, more than anything elseWas just a friendA friend that wouldn't mind being kicked and punched and spelled onBecause, that's just the way that little orphan Voldemort playedHe didn't know any betterAnd what better friend for little orphan Voldemort, than a puppy!The problem wasLetras de cancionesThere was only one way that little orphan Voldemort could get his puppyAnd that was through Santa ClausSo this one particular Christmas eveVoldemort stayed up really, really late!Way past his bedtimeSo he could meet Santa ClausHe was passing the time by painting rainbows on the backs of antsAnd letting them loose in his ant farmVoldemort had conditioned his ant farm to be violently intolerant towards gay antsWhile he was watching the fun, there arose such a clatterAnd then there appeared Santa Claus!"Ey, it's-a me, Santa Claus!Whats'a matter you being up'a so late, huh?"said Santa Claus"Hello, dear Santa Claus!My name's Tom WiddleBut my fwiends call me Voldemort!I weally want a puppyCan I have a puppy for Chwistmas,Pweatty pwease?"said Voldemort"Ey, what kind of fool do you think I am-a?You's a very, very bad boy!You no get a puppy,"said Santa Claus"Aw, shucks, mister!But, pweeease?"said Voldemort"Nooo!"said Santa Claus"But, pweeease?"said Voldemort"Nooo!"said Santa Claus"But, but, I wanna tell you something!"said Voldemort"What's the matter?"said Santa Claus"Imperio!"Just then, little orphan Voldemort's eyes turned a deep scarlet redAnd little Tom RiddleEntered the mind of Santa Claus"This is your Dark Lord Voldemort.Put the puppy in the stocking if you wish not to be harmed.If you fail to put the puppy in the stocking, you will be harmed.If you put the puppy in the stocking, you will not be harmed."And with a glazed look in his eyeSanta Claus reached into his bag of puppiesGrabbed one and put it in Voldemort's stocking"Thank you-a so nice"said Santa Claus"Thanks, mr Santa Cwaus!Aw, my goodnessMy very own puppy!"And then, with a *poof*Santa Claus disappeared in a cloud of Christmas cheerAnd little orphan Voldemort was left with his puppyWho he loved and tortured for the rest of his daysAnd that was the story of how...Voldemort stayed up real late so he could visit with Santa ClausHe asked him for a puppy, 'cause Voldie just loves those little paws! From Letras Mania