Off ran the thing that was recently dead,
He tore through the workshop, heading straight for the shed.
From the open door came the whine of reindeer
If Rudolph is scared, then you’ve something to fear.
This is part eleven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twelve!
4 thoughts on “Yule Be Sorry: A Very Bite-Sized Xmas #11”
Is he going to turn them into zombies, too?