Happy and jolly.

Innocent folly.

A chuckle, a smile,

happy to beguile,

Santa Claus

was coming to town.

Uncertain, unsure.

Questionable allure.

Shouting, crashing.

Violence, smashing.

Santa Claus,

was hurting the town.

Selfish, darkness.

Deranged, madness.

Hurt, melancholy.

Pain, agony.

Death.

Murder.

Santa Claus,

what have you done?

A distorted ho-ho-ho,

and a morphed head.

A twisted telltale smile,

and cruel bloodshed.

Blood doesn’t flow

where angels tread,

but where they do not

it does flow red.