“ON BASHER, ON SLASHER,
ON MURDEROUS VIXEN!
THE WORLD HAS GONE BAD,
LET’S BLOW ‘EM TO BITS, THEN!”
This is part sixteen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part seventeen!
“ON BASHER, ON SLASHER,
ON MURDEROUS VIXEN!
THE WORLD HAS GONE BAD,
LET’S BLOW ‘EM TO BITS, THEN!”
This is part sixteen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part seventeen!
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.
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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.
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With a growl and a groan, and a “HO-HO-HO!”
Santa jumped up and danced on his toes.
But look in his eyes, you’ll see something’s not right;
The whites of his eyes are now as black as the night!
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Some say a spirit or demon took note
Of the empty body that had started to bloat.
All we know now is this simple fact:
What happened that night, we cannot retract.
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An odd wind blew on the night of his death,
Something dark swirled after Nick’s final breath.
His hands they did twitch, his eyes they did stir.
Ask anyone, they’ll tell you: something strange did occur.
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His great, rotund corpse
Hit the ground with full force.
Face-down on the floor…
Saint Nick was no more.
This is part seven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eight!