'Twas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the house
The zombies were waking
And chasing a mouse
Their bellies were hungry
And needs were not met
They needed their brains
So in darkness they crept
Oh, they were quiet
And yes, they slipped by
But what to their questioning eye did they spy?
A round man so jolly, so fat, and so tasty
They cared not a whit that his skin was so pasty
They snuck up behind him, ignoring the elves
The fat man was busy just loading up shelves
With sweetmeats and candies, with jars of fresh toes
They couldn't resist him and came down in droves
How could they eat him? They fretted and pondered
Was it bad manners to eat those who wandered?
One elf tried to warn him, to give him a sign
But too late was the signal, they were already in line
Get down with your bad elf and happy holidays!
Stace
Oh, that is good!
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