Every mod down in mod-ville liked Christmas a lot...
But the Snape, who lived just north of mod-ville, did NOT!
Snapers hated christmas! The whole christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be, perhaps, that his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be perhaps that his bod was too light.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason
His heart or his bod,
He stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Mods,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, snapey frown
At the warm lighted windows below in the town.
For he knew every mod down in mod-ville beneath
was busy now hanging a mistletoe wreath
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his snape-like fingers nervously drumming
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
All the Mod girls, viruses and boys
Who would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh the noise! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the mods, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
The would feast on Mod-pudding, and rare Mod-roast-beast
Which was something Severus couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN they'd do something
He liked least of all!
Every mod down in Mod-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Mods would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
ANd the more snapers thought of this Mod-Christmas-Sing,
The more snapers thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for forty-eight years I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!