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Twas the Night Before Christmas, when a Killer went around with a blade.
Not a person lived that long, not even a maid.
The Victims were stabbed and shocked with great care,
All while wishing on a star for Saint Nick to be there.
The guests were nestled all snug in their beds,
While one vicious man went and cut off their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for an eternal dirt nap.
A dead body on the front lawn,
Which everyone were going to see at dawn
I sprang from my bed,
To see a guest covered in red,
And then there was a clatter,
And I went to see what was the matter.
Away to the window
I ran like the Flash,
Tore open the shutters,
And then a guest got a slash!
To my wandering eyes
But a miniature sleigh
And Eight Dead Reindeer
With a bloody ol driver
So slashed very quick,
In that moment I realized
The Killer had killed old St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles
The Killer’s courses they came
As he took the sleigh and whistled
Them by name
But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
Happy MURDER to all
And to all a goodnight