<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ao1lggy.jpg?1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>DEADPOOL<br/><strong>Age:</strong>DEADPOOL<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>DEADP-CUT THAT OUT! Male!<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Roasting His Chestnuts By the Open Fire!<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Santa Hat!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Slay Bells Jingling Ring Ting Tingling!"</strong>Deadpool sang merrily, tossing his gloved hands back and forth to a beat nobody could hear, not even himself from the tune he was failing to carry. Apparently he thought he was singing along with Jean as she pranced around the mansion. He wasn't. But he sure thought he was. And this time of year, isn't it the thought that counts?<br/><br/><strong>"Wait, no, no, sorry I know the next verse. It goes....God Rest Ye Merry X-le-Men,"</strong>he paused, made an "eh" gesture and bounded to his feet.<strong>"What? Not happy, or expecting, to see me?"</strong><br/><br/>How had Deadpool gotten into the X-Mansion? Simple! The magic of the season! Also a hacksaw. But mostly Christmas magic! And maybe a few security codes thanks to a certain someone who owed Deadpool some favors. Maybe that someone was here tonight. Maybe they'd just slept with someone here tonight. Maybe someone should watch what they download and simmer down the eagerness to click links screaming "The weirdest penguin video you've ever seen!" Who knows? Whose to say? Irrelevant anyway, it was again, I cannot stress enough<em>mostly magic.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Jean! Baby! So Glad you got my invitation,"</strong>He said, brushing aside the fact that invitation he'd sent was address to "X-Men" and inviting himself to this very party.<strong>"Hope you don't mind I helped myself to some hot chocolate!"</strong>He lifted his mug,<strong>"And some candy canes!"</strong>He had already unwrapped them and was crushing them up and dropping them in the,<strong>"And - OH DEAR GOD THE PRESENTS HAVE TURNED ON US!"</strong>For right there, a present had just come down the chimney!<strong>"Get behind me Jean, we can switch later!"</strong><br/><br/>Seeing a chance for heroism, Deadpool dove to Jean's rescue, probably tossing a full mug of cocoa up in the air right in her direction in the process. Well okay so handling hot cocoa wasn't really his thing. Beating the crap of stuff sure was though. Deadpool scooped up the fire poker in one smooth roll and came up with it raised high and ready to trounce the evil present.<br/><br/><strong>"Who sent you!?"</strong>He screamed, somehow failing to land a blow on the surprisingly agile wrapped box,<strong>"A.I.M.? The Great Lakes Avengers? Hydra's Secret Toy Shop? Hold still you damned present!"</strong>