Twas the night before Christmas and way up in the building, Limped our outnumbered hero, though he'd rather be in Philly. But this fly in the ointment, surreptitious air duct-er, Would save the day with a 'Yippee-ki-yay, mother-' you get the idea.

I am a seven letter word. My first two are a way of saying hello, and the rest is what you read in a book.

A birthday present deadly, a treasure most precious, An unlikely find in a dark, misty crevice. It binds without chains, draws all things round, Destined to rule, it wants to be found.

Born in eighties and still captivated your mind, Birthed a legend who jumped and climbed, Ladders and barrels were my tools, Rescuing damsel was for fools.

Once worshipped as A God. We don't care if you just give us a nod. We want love on our own time. Don't go to the bathroom alone. Don't be late for dinner time.