Evil Santa

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa’s sleigh landed on the roof of the Bryans. The reindeers thumped out a billion of fires! The family was lulled into heavenly sleep – the Christmas Eve dinner must have done the trick.

Santa was dancing, and laughing and prancing, his beard was flashing, the beasts were rushing: “Come on, Santa Claus, get down to business! Children are waiting. It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas!”

Santa pulled out his dazzling knife, “Just wait, little children, here I come!”

First Santa approached fat little Jimmie; Santa chopped up his cute little weenie. Two flashes of dagger – Alice is gone; her beautiful scalp will be missed by her mom. Johnny was more of a pain in the ass – he woke up and screamed but Santa was harsh. He smothered the screamer in his big fluffy beard – Johnny enjoyed it, he’s always been weird.

Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen took off with Santa and into the dark. Merry Christmas, Children! And stay off the drugs!