Literature
TFM - Chatterbox
It was the night before Christmas, and all through the Darksyde, not a creature was stirring, or at least you'd think so if you were deaf and blind or something. Barricade was always stirring, though never the productive kind of stirring. The kind of stirring that would make him fit to be Santa Claus, if you know what I mean. You know what, no, even Barricade isn't that cruel.
But we're getting off track here. Now, one would think the Decepticons, the faction that largely cared little for Earth, it's people or it's customs, wouldn't give less of a scrap about Christmas, but you'd be wrong. The Darksyde's medic, Slipstream, was very intrigued