No particular serise, just Megatron being run over by Santa, all characters cannon, and only two are named. Song-fic.


Megatron got run over by a reindeer…

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.


She'd been drinking too much egg-nog,
And we'd begged her not to go,
But she forgot her medication,
And she staggered out the door into the snow.

It was late on Christmas night, the moronic Decepticons decided to evoke a battle. That was their mistake. In the middle of the battle, a heart-filled ho-ho-ho filled the battle field, out of the sky came the fat guy in a sled… right over Megatron.


When they found her Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack,
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminating claws marks on her back.

Grandma go run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

The transformer's optics were crushed by the hooves of the lead deer, and his face was re-arranged by the rest of them. The sled crushed him beneath its weight, it was a good seven-or-eight tons more than it looked. Scrap-bits of metal flew from Megatron's shrinking body as the fat guy made his get-away.


Now we're all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been taking this so well,
See him in there watching football,
Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel.

It's not Christmas without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in black,
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Some of the Autobots cheered in joy, wile the Decepticons scurried to their leader's aid. That wonderful Santa-Clause was real after all, and he'd given the Autobots the only thing they ever really wanted, a few days off.


Now the goose is on the table,
And the pudding made of pig,
And the blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.


I've warned all my friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for yourselves,
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.


Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Even Optimus felt joy after millions of years of fighting. Beneath his mask he smiled up at Santa, silently thanking him, then the old fat man made a U-turn, and again ran over Megatron, who'd just risen to his feet with the help of his minions, all the Autobots laughed.

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Santa shouted as her made his escape.

One of the Autobots shouted back, "Thanks! Because of you we will!"


Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Then, at midnight on New Years, in another battle, it happened again, only this time as he flew off, he shouted, "Happy New years my friends!" and the Autobots really, really did.


Merry Christmas!