A Christmas Evil Snowman... Poem by Shaun Cronick

There's something intensely spooky,
About a snowman that stands alone.
Always frozen to the same spot,
Morbidly still like a funeral stone.

His little black hat leans to his left,
But yesterday it was to his right.
I'm sure he's creeping closer,
Never by day but gradually overnight.

And his smile is more of a grimace,
His cold eyes are bigger and black.
So I take my axe and start swinging,
Chopping him down whack after whack.

His head and limbs are mercilessly severed,
His infernal final fate is now so drastically sealed.
There are endless fountains of crimson blood,
And behind his evil grimace long fangs are revealed.

Die you fiend!
Die you beast!
All evil within,
Is now released!

Christmas Day morning I open my curtains,
I look out in terror over the snowy white glen.
A sight strikes me with horrific disbelief,
For where he stood, there now stand ten.