‘Twas the night before Christmas, while I strolled along a woodland trail;
The breeze was punctuated by a stench that made the air stale.
On the horizon was a bizarre being that looked awfully frail;
It appeared to have rending claws and a spiny extended tail;
It was adorned in straw, and sauntered at the pace of a snail.
Tugging behind it were revolting people, clad in garments coloured red;
They were sadistic little beings that had gaunt bearded heads.
They were elves with a look that only inspired feelings of dread.
They were grasping blades that could dice anything into shreds.
Tugging behind them were reindeer that were towing a belled red sled.
In the sled was St. Nicholas; appearing venerable like a deity of old.
His companions bound me, and he pelted me with flaming coals!
They flogged me with clubs that were fashioned from refined gold.
Whenever they took respite, St. Nicholas would hotly scold.
They lapped-up my blood, and left me to perish alone in the cold.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, while I was perishing on the woodland trail;
The breeze was punctuated by a stench that made the air stale.
Peering over me was a bizarre being that looked awfully frail;
It wasn’t real; just an entity in my tall Christmas tale!