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Twisted Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas,
Papa Noir's firing up the hearse.
The back's filled with a coffin shaped sack.
A happy Holiday curse!
The skeletons dangled
from the closet with cheer.
In hopes their final ride
would soon be near.
The halls are decked
with fingers and toes.
Even the demons stopped by
to kiss the Mistlehoe!
Cookies laced with arsenic
followed by a vodka chaser.
The party's just begun.
His festive bag encased her!