Hey there friends and paranormal family! Wishing you a merry-happy whatever you call it. Please enjoy a poetic retelling of a Christmas classic. My gift to you. - Rawbz Rawbzs Holiday Retelling: A Ghostly Night Before Christmas Twas the ghostly night before Christmas and all through the house, apparitions were stirring, even a ghost mouse. Bodies are hanging in the back no one cared, until 200 years later now everyones scared. The children lay nestled, unaware in their beds. As shadowy figures dance around by their heads. Mama and her kerchief, missing half of her cap. Papa laid her down for a long winters nap. Up on the rooftop there rose such a clatter. Santa offed himself from pressure, now Christmas is shattered. Away from the windows, what was that flash? Why, jolly Saint Nick with blood on his sash. The moon on the breast of the blood soakened snow, gave an ominous tone to the children below. When what to the whimpering and awestricken eyes should appear? A sleigh dripping blood, with 8 zombie reindeer. Minus a driver, oh wait, what the s**t? Wholly f**k! Its a zombie Saint Nick! Faster than eagles, half rotted they came, he grumbled and moaned as he uttered their names. Undead Dasher, and Dancer. Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid. Donner ate Blitzen. On top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Dash away fast, dash away all!! Dead leaves kick up as that jolly fatbag of flash continues to fly. The smells of the flesh rotten reindeer pollute the night sky. Reaching the rooftops with intentions that grew. They hungered for naughty not nice...well, maybe just a few An unsettling jingling was heard on the roof. Groans and moans and a pawing hoof. Drawing my weapon, slowly turning round. Down from the chimney came a thunderous sound. Blood lined the suit from his head to his foot. Growling and snarly, covered in soot. A bundle of gifts that was strapped to his back. The look in his eyes said I was a snack. Eyes lacking a twinkle, dark something scary. Cheeks missing some skin, flesh red like a cherry. Drool on his mouth, wounds exposed bone. His beard full of bits from sources unknown. Tips of a finger held tight in his teeth. Intestinal tracts he wore like a wreath. Blood on his face and a very full belly. A dolly for Susie but I think he ate Shelly. A torso with stumps, I think its an elf. I laughed because he was placed on the shelf. He poked out an eye and twisted his head. A disgusting half smirk somehow lessened the dread. Spoke not a word, gave a grunt, got to work. Filling the stockings with brains, what a jerk! Ears and some fingers and even a nose. Gave me a neck cracking nod, and up the chimney he rose. His lips fell from his face as he gave out a whistle. Then flew through the air, like a decaying scud missile. Faintly was heard as he drove out of sight, screams from the bad ones on this cold Christmas night.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 18:53:08 +0000