Guest Posted 24 December 2012 Posted 24 December 2012 Twas the night Before 'Twas the night before Christless, When all through the house, (even the shed) Not a creature was stirring, Cos they were all dead! Bodies were hung By the chimney with care, In hopes that Saint Nicholas Would soon get a scare. The children were nestled in their blood-filled beds, And satanic tattoos had been chiselled on their heads. Mummy in her skimpies, and I with my port, Had just had our brains removed - Through our nostrils in short! When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I materialised by the window to see what was the matter. The moon on the breast of a neighbour below, Added significance to the blood in the snow. When what to my sceptic eyes should appear, but a Predator-type alien eating reindeer. And battling with it looking quite sick, Our hero in a red coat must be Saint Nick. More rabid than a mad dog Preds' sidekick came, So ugly , so gruesome I could give it no name. To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Pred lunged , Pred swiped but St.Nick didn't fall. As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, Father C. feinted and dodged He didn't die! As Pred drew in its head, and was turning around, Santa undid his belt and the alien he bound. The predator struggled, from its head to its feet, Its weapons just sputtered it knew it was beat. Santa stood still, the earth stopped to pause, His fingers became razors That’s why he's called Santa Claws! His hands how they twinkled! the chime was so merry, Pred's cheeks were soon opened its eye plucked like a cherry. The aliens' mouth was drawn up like a bow, Its jaw and its chin soon resembled the snow. The stump of its legs were thrust 'tween its teeth, Santa chopped at the tree and made Pred a big wreath. Nick cut up its comrade A slash through its belly, He turned and he smiled then he ate it like jelly. Returned to the Predator by a twist of its head, soon gave me to know That big Pred was dead. And laying his finger aside of his nose, His sack was soon filled, up the chimney he rose. His reindeer reformed, the blood and gore him did follow, The moon turned red, He looked fatigued, a bit hollow. But I heard him exclaim, Yeah, it gave me a fright, "Happy Christmas to All. And to all a Blood night." Merry christmas boys and girls :xmaswink:
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