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Not a creature was stirring… by Bill Hussey

December 24th, 2008

Twas the night before Christmas, and deep in the Abyss

Cthulhu Called Out: ‘Something’s amiss!’

Trans-dimensional stockings had been hung up with care

But dear old St Nick just plain wasn’t there.

 

Bloodsuckers were nestled all snug in their crypts

With visions of virgins in white lacy slips

And zeds on the lawn with monotonous tone

Had just settled in for a long winter moan.

 

But where was that jolly, fat, bearded old fella?

And why had the snow ‘neath Rudolph turned yella?

I’m afraid that the truth will come as a blow:

The fact is that Santa has ho’ed his last ho.

 

He’d made a mistake on his list, don’t you see?

What should have read ‘naughty’ read ‘nice as can be’

But whose was this house with its gargoyle gables?

‘Who cares?’ thought St Nick, ‘There’s mince pies on those tables’

 

He laid down his sack and crossed the room in a trice

It was a mistake he wouldn’t make twice

His foot caught on the cord and the axe fell in a rush

And off came his head with a guttural gush

 

Later that night, as they tucked into their roast

Bill turned to Joseph and raised his glass in a toast

‘Joe, I propose, if you’ll give your permission

 We should make eating Santa a Christmas tradition!’

 

Merry Christmas from all at Horror Reanimated!

Entry Filed under: Original Fiction