'Twas the night before Christmas,And throughout the houseCreature was stirringEating louse, mouse and spouse.Nary a soul was safeFrom tentacle’d grasps,Pulling all from their bedsTo scream their last gasp.Naughty or nice,Creature does not care,It’s boys, girls and parentsCreature seeks to ensnare.Bones fill its belliesAllowing it to grow,Oozing through windowsInto the snow.Soon there’ll be bloodFlowing throughout the streets,Yo-ho-hos there won’t be,Instead; there’ll be meat.Remember this, child,As you slip into sleep:Step from bed once more,And your soul Creature will reap.
Sleep tight and merry Christmas all!
