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A cheer rose up: “Santa’s gone from this world!”

But zombie Saint Nick had some final few words:

“I’LL GET YOU NEXT YEAR, YOU ALL ARE MY QUARRY!

I AM THE RED MAN, AND YOU’LL ALL BE SORRY!”

This is the final part of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem.

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But the tide it did turn,

And the man and deer burned.

It was all quickly over

Thanks to makeshift flamethrowers.

This is part twenty-four of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for the final part!

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The man and deer charged with a murderous yell,

But the young stood their ground: “You can go back to Hell!”

There was a clashing of arms, and much blood was spilled,

And before the tide turned, the deer ate his fill.

This is part twenty-three of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty-four!

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The children spied The Red Man in sight,

And with their slingshots, shot him out of flight.

The sleigh and reindeer crashed to a halt,

All the beasts dead, except for Rudolph.

This is part twenty-two of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty-three!

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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.

This is part twenty-one of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty-two!

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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.

This is part twenty of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty-one!

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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.

This is part nineteen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty!

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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.”

This is part eighteen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part nineteen!

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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.

This is part seventeen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eighteen!

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