Here´s the poem as text only -as an image I couldn´t upload it in a wider size:
Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the Meg
Not a creature was stirring...Not even a Klegg
The Lawgivers hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Judge Dredd soon would be there
The fatties were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Umpty Candy danced in their heads
And Ma-Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap
When out on the Block there aroused such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a powerboard
Tore open the shutters and threw up the cord
The moon on the breast of the cursed earth gloom
Gave the lustre of mid-day on a deserted Slipzoom
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Judge Death, Mortis, Fire and Fear!
Then a shout of Command, And a shot to Deaths head
I knew in a moment it must be Judge Dredd!
Confronting the Dark Ones his voice calm and deep
He ordered the corpses to 'Drokking Freeze Creep!'
Now Death, Now Mortis, Now Fire, Now Fear
Knew of Dredds great prowess and wouldn't come near
'To the Top of the Tom Cruise Block' Death said to his brood
'We'll dine on some citizens to lighten the mood'
A murder of Chump-Dump proportions it's said
Occurred as Dredd tried to corral the undead
So up to the block tops his Lawmaster screeched
To uphold the Law and protect the beseetched
'The punishment Death for the crime of life'
The dark ones judgement was gratuitous and rife
Until Anderson PSI arrived on the scene
Then Judge Deaths complexion turned a sick shade of green
Judge Fire was confined to the Smokatorium dome
Judge Fear was just laughed at and sent home alone
Judge Mortis was plagued by an infestation of doubt
And froze on the spot with terminal gout.
Judge Deaths penchant for blondes had soon disappeared
It was as he had dreaded...as he had feared
At the last Christmas party, the bringer of doom
Had fumbled with Anderson in the spare room
The result 9 months later was easy to see
The Psi Judge had arrived with a Death Mini Me
And a maintenance bill he could little afford
'He's your responsibility too!' Anderson roared!
Death made his escape, and to this day
Is still being chased by PSI CSA
And mini Death's godfather Joseph Dredd said
"That Judge Death will pay every drokking last cred!"
So Death fans please spare a thought for him this year
He is not full of merriment...Not full of cheer
A small indiscretion with a beautiful lady
Has left him on the run, and her holding the baby
Merry Christmas everyone!
Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the Meg
Not a creature was stirring...Not even a Klegg
The Lawgivers hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Judge Dredd soon would be there
The fatties were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Umpty Candy danced in their heads
And Ma-Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap
When out on the Block there aroused such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a powerboard
Tore open the shutters and threw up the cord
The moon on the breast of the cursed earth gloom
Gave the lustre of mid-day on a deserted Slipzoom
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Judge Death, Mortis, Fire and Fear!
Then a shout of Command, And a shot to Deaths head
I knew in a moment it must be Judge Dredd!
Confronting the Dark Ones his voice calm and deep
He ordered the corpses to 'Drokking Freeze Creep!'
Now Death, Now Mortis, Now Fire, Now Fear
Knew of Dredds great prowess and wouldn't come near
'To the Top of the Tom Cruise Block' Death said to his brood
'We'll dine on some citizens to lighten the mood'
A murder of Chump-Dump proportions it's said
Occurred as Dredd tried to corral the undead
So up to the block tops his Lawmaster screeched
To uphold the Law and protect the beseetched
'The punishment Death for the crime of life'
The dark ones judgement was gratuitous and rife
Until Anderson PSI arrived on the scene
Then Judge Deaths complexion turned a sick shade of green
Judge Fire was confined to the Smokatorium dome
Judge Fear was just laughed at and sent home alone
Judge Mortis was plagued by an infestation of doubt
And froze on the spot with terminal gout.
Judge Deaths penchant for blondes had soon disappeared
It was as he had dreaded...as he had feared
At the last Christmas party, the bringer of doom
Had fumbled with Anderson in the spare room
The result 9 months later was easy to see
The Psi Judge had arrived with a Death Mini Me
And a maintenance bill he could little afford
'He's your responsibility too!' Anderson roared!
Death made his escape, and to this day
Is still being chased by PSI CSA
And mini Death's godfather Joseph Dredd said
"That Judge Death will pay every drokking last cred!"
So Death fans please spare a thought for him this year
He is not full of merriment...Not full of cheer
A small indiscretion with a beautiful lady
Has left him on the run, and her holding the baby
Merry Christmas everyone!






