Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

not even a mouse

the children all lay

frozen in fear

at the sound of eight reindeer

He whistled

they pranced

all part of their murderous dance

He came through the chimney

with a sack on his back

here to keep track

he went through the house

checking every bed

making sure each was dead

and into the bag

the bodies they went

as someone else’s new present

and early that morn

all over the world

Santa had spread

all his blood and gore