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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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.
