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gifts and presents soon to be given
laughter promised to abound.
with the many different melodies
and the many different sounds.
A silent christmas eve
with the children in their beds.
how could they anticipate that
the coming morning would bring dread?
well the father dressed as santa claus
in case the children wake
is putting presents under the christmas tree
the cookies, he had ate.
a door creaked open
ever so slightly
and a murder crept in
with his feet tiptoing lightly.
and when santa put the
presents under the christmas tree
the new man stabbed him in the back
now blood aborns the mantlepiece
up the stairs he crept
when the father
was dead
and snuck into his room.
the wife, he murdered
after doing the worst
but he silenced her screams
so the children hadn't heard.
he slit her throat
and left the room
the mother's body
left on the floor.
the children awakened
to their door being shut,
their eyes searching vainly
for the santa that hadn't come
and a pair of eyes hooked them;
they couldn't move in their fright.
slowly, deliberately,
the man brought out a knife.
Now the next moring
as the children open presents
they hear on the news
of what happened to their best friends
The father, stabbed,
while giving stocking stuffers.
the mother's throat slit,
after a horrible torture.
the children gone,
nowhere to be found
A Merry Christmas, indeed
but your blessings, you should count.
- by Sunshine Valkyrie |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/25/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Sesskogaru - 12/27/2009
- oh wow. That is terrible. But you make a good point.
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