As word quickly spread of how Santa changed,
The last few kids themselves they arranged.
The youngsters now armed, had banded together
To take down Saint Nick, for now and forever.
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Parents went scrambling to wayward tots’ beds
Only to find their errant kids dead.
A few were left safe, p’rhaps one in a million,
The reason was glaring; they were the good children.
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The screams that cut through the silence so still
Haunt me until my death day they will.
From rooftop to rooftop he skipped through the snow,
Scratching names off his list, sending souls down below.
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The first of the naughty woke up with a jolt
To the stomping of hooves and sounds that revolt.
“Santa?” they asked, near the end of life’s plan.
“SANTA IS DEAD. I AM THE RED MAN.”
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The sleigh took to sky on a night inky black,
The elves feebly watched, there was no going back.
With a roar from the man and a crack of his whip,
They fled in a flash, into darkness they slipped.
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“ON BASHER, ON SLASHER,
ON MURDEROUS VIXEN!
THE WORLD HAS GONE BAD,
LET’S BLOW ‘EM TO BITS, THEN!”
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All over the world,
Young boys and young girls
Went to sleep on that night;
Dreams of gifts and sleigh’s flight.
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All through the day and all through the night,
The workers ploughed on, without respite.
And as Christmas Eve drew nearer and nearer,
The tragedy to come became clearer and clearer.
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Some elves did spot that old Nick wasn’t right,
But those that spoke out went missing that night.
The servants that stayed laboured all day as slaves;
And what they worked on they will take to their graves.
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What emerged from the shadows should never be seen;
Sharp teeth, glowing nose, and eyes that are mean.
To this stomping beast I wish I was oblivious,
A hooved abomination; a reindeer carnivorous.
This is part twelve of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part thirteen!
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