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!”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Joshua G. J. Insole 