• He tips and he toes,
    So quietly so no one knows,
    A toothy, gleaming grin,
    Eager sneaking and a childish spin
    Flashy lights and an anxious soul
    The absurd fear of coal
    Oh the joy, Oh the love
    as if the parentals don't give enough,
    The ruptured dream never to be dreamt,
    This wasn't quite what he meant,
    Blood spewed across the kitchen floor,
    A shadow standing in the door
    "Santa?" came from his fear,
    The figured stepped close and near,
    "I killed Santa Claus"
    There was a long, hollow pause
    And his eyed turned wide,
    Pain struck through his side,
    A second shadow began to appear,
    The boy's death was drawing near,
    They dragged him into the snow,
    The spoke to him, in voice so low
    "This is a Christmas to remember,
    Our hearts as icy as December.
    Your mom and Dad are dead.
    Upon their flesh we fed"
    He awoke from that dreaded nightmare,
    Screaming and gasping for air,
    Such valiant lies, in such great speed.
    Absurd so-called sanity, take heed.