Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a cadaver was stirring not even splotchy Klaus!
Down in the basement I heard such a clatter, almost as if my jar of brains did SPLATTER!
I grabbed up my cleaver, the good axe too,
and bolted down stairs only to slide in the goo.
Waiting down there was a horrible fright...
12 rotten reindeer and ZombieClaws in his full shocking MIGHT!
" Hooooooo Hooooooo Hoooooooo" he sputtered forth from his blue colored lips. "Have you any Brains for Good Old St Nick?"
Santa he was not, I knew right away...
I had to send this Kringle off to his SLAY!
The axe did swing and the cleaver did too,
slicing the monster from hat to his shoes.