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Today is 12/19/07. And I'm bored.

Guess what I do when I am bored.

That's right freaky poetry time.

Snow falls softly
onto the ground
A blanket of snow
that left no sound

Inside is another case
Filled with shouts and noise
Crying children
Broken toys

"Where is the eggnog?!"
"One goes out, they all go out!"
"Grandpa's not breathing!"
"THERE'S NO NEED TO SHOUT!!!!"

Later that night
snow ceased to fall
the tree still glowed
light up and tall

Not a sound could be heard
besides loud snores
From upstairs
behind closed doors

But one door was open
No child inside
He was downstairs
With no place to hide

Now down through the chimney
Came Santa quite fast
But he got sort of stuck
His stomach wedged at last

The boy's eyes widened
He came closer and reached out a hand
With a tug on a boot,
Santa hit solid land

"Why sonny, you sure have Christmas cheer!"
"But whatever is wrong?"
The child trembled in fear
"Why, it seems I have my other suit on."

Santa had horns
On the top of his head
Blood dripping from his mouth
A shade of dark, dark red

Snow falls softly
onto the ground
A blanket of snow
that left no sound

Inside there were screams
As Santa was beaten with an ax
What happened next?
I've told you all the proven facts

Merry Christmas.

Mme Bella