The Nightmare Before Christmas

Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

He ate all my cookies,

Drank all my milk;

He had heavy boots,

And a coat made of silk.

Over his back he carried the toys;

Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise.

He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke;

He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke.

A grumpy look came upon his face;

This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries a mace.

He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold,

But out he pulled, a big lump of coal.

With an angry look, he set it down with ease;

Then walked up to my chimney, and squeezed his nose.

I'll never forget the obese man in red;

I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.

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