Demon Eastoe

Evil Santa - - Poem by Demon Eastoe

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.

The snowmen were sleeping,
Only one man was awake,
St Nick is Coming,
and Not to Eat cake.

He's come to steal presents,
To plunder, and loot,
All the gifts in the stockings,
The new pairs of boots.

He's taking them all,
But do you know what?
He's going to go,
And Burn The Whole Lot!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Had to make up a poem, and yes, I know its just a tad late... by a month! xD

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

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