Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
A creature was stirring
That wasn't a mouse;
Sanat was standing in the doorway with a frightening glare,
Telling us all that we didn't have a prayer.
Using his chainsaw he chopped off our heads,
Slashing our bodies until only there was shreds;
Walking away from the scene and into the cold, chilly night,
Santa whispered "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fright."
When all through the house,
A creature was stirring
That wasn't a mouse;
Sanat was standing in the doorway with a frightening glare,
Telling us all that we didn't have a prayer.
Using his chainsaw he chopped off our heads,
Slashing our bodies until only there was shreds;
Walking away from the scene and into the cold, chilly night,
Santa whispered "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fright."
