• 'Twas the nightmare before Christmas and all through the town,
    not a creature was scaring, not even a clown.
    the bodies of patrons were hung out with fear
    in hopes that the beast would soon feed here.
    the zombies were resting quietly in their graves,
    while the days blood-letting screamed in their heads.
    the vampire held his victim, lashing out in fright,
    she screamed and shrieked as she entered the night.
    but as the shadows lurched through the door,
    the turned into bats and were no more.
    out in the yard lightening hit the ground with a flash,
    the shutters blew open as the wind blew fast.
    the moon on the carcass of the blood tinged snow
    gave an eerie light to the ghouls below.
    When to what my dead, glowing eyes should appear,
    but a paint chipped sleigh and eight skeletal reindeer.
    With a short obese driver, bloody and slick,
    I knew in an instant it must be dead old' St.nick.
    cutting through the dark clouds they came
    he shrieked and cursed and called them by name
    "Now rigor! Now fester! Now stitchen and twitchen!
    On odor! On pukin! On roten and stitches!"
    "To the top of the tower, to the top of the wall!"
    "Now run away! Run away! Run away all!"
    So up to the top of the mansion they ran,
    With a sleigh full of bodies and the fat little man.
    And then with a scream I heard on the roof
    the scratching and clawing of each bloody hoof.
    As I pulled around my stitching without making a sound,
    pieces of the fat man came raining down.
    He was dressed all in leather, some say human skin,
    and was covered in blood from his toes to his chin.
    A bundle of bodies he had in one arm,
    he looked like a killer, he just wasn't armed.
    his eyes, how black! his teeth, how sharp!
    his hand were like claws as his body became quite dark.
    he dropped the bodies under the tree,
    And his back began to pop as he looked straight at me.
    His body became longer, though his belly still hung low,
    His body convulsed as he became a wolf, as we all know.
    He lurched at my neck as a smile passed my lips
    Because we all know, dead blood kills.
    But too sad to say it couldn't kill him
    So he ripped me apart limb from limb.
    A pop and a crack and a rip from my head
    Soon let me know I was surly dead.
    He said not a word just let me go, and as I began to crawl
    he painted "sweet dreams" out of blood on the wall.
    with a rip and a roar he jumped back up the chimney.
    He leaped on the sleigh and roared at the team
    away they disappeared as the black raven screams
    And I heard him exclaim, ere he shot out of sight,

    Bloody X-mas to all and to all a frightening night!