 Locked up in containment, no trouble around. SCP-999 makes a sweet, soft sound. The doctors were listening and left wondering why. He was singing a Christmas lullaby. 6-8-2 is growling, he won't go away. But little 9-9-9 can keep him at bay. One little orange blob can help us to stay safe. Can make all the keters sit down and behave. To all the foundation's hard-working crew. To all the anomalies and dead gods too. To all of the world in this joyous time. Please have a Merry Christmas from 9-9-9.