In the Spirit of Christmas

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Dec 20, 2010
  1. SubliminalSegue
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    I was bored and wrote my own Twas the Night Before Christmas thingy, feel free too comment.

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    Twas the night before Christmas,
    and throughout my apartment,
    there was a mess in my bedroom,
    and cat poop on the carpet

    There was only one stocking,
    hung neatly with care,
    with the hopes I'd get something
    stuffed all up in there
    My Xbox was running,
    No Red Ring in sight,
    even though I played Halo
    all through the night

    When all of a sudden
    there was a terrible noise
    it came from the roof
    must've been those hood boys
    I ran to the window
    to see my surroundings
    when I caught wind of a fatty
    crawling around on the groundings.

    I took out my golf club
    and out of the door did I bolt,
    as I came face to face
    with the red shirted dolt
    I yelled "Hey, asshole!
    I'm trying to whiz!
    Do you have any idea
    what time that it is?"

    He turned right around,
    his eyes red as blood
    as he lunged towards me
    he crashed into me with a thud
    As I saw the face,
    of the demented wrinkled head
    I took notice that he
    as unusually undead

    It was Santa, for sure
    I thought to myself
    how the hell did he
    zombefy himself?
    He growed and he hissed
    in a terrible fashion
    I ran to my weapon
    and geared up for action

    I bashed him in the face
    with the cold iron stick
    as he fell to the ground
    I kicked him right in the dick
    I proceeded to decapitate
    as quickly as I could
    and pushed him in the lake
    tied to a big piece of wood

    I sighed with relief
    The fat man was dead
    sucks for the kids
    hoping to see the man in red.
    As I walk back in the house
    I hear a familiar sound
    A subtle ho ho ho
    coming from underground

    Santa wasn't dead
    I knew for a fact,
    he was coming to get
    the source of attack
    His hand shot out
    of the snow covered ground
    and grabbed my ankle
    bellowing a terrible sound

    Deeper and deeper,
    the hole it did go
    Was Santa's Hellhole down there?
    I surely didn't know.
    To the center of the Earth,
    our destination was clear
    It was obvious Zombie Santa
    resided right here

    And that is my story
    I'm now Santa's slave
    making zombie-like toys
    in his hellish brood cave
    If you ever see Santa
    the answers a cinch
    Run for your lives
    or become Zombie Santa's bitch.
     
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    Is this a song or a poem?
     
  3. SubliminalSegue
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    More appropriately a poem.
     
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    OH its a poem,very nice then
     
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    Nice christmas spirit dude.
    Now make me a nintendo 3DS zombie ver.
     

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