Red Christmas
Part Two
Nightmare on 34th Street
Footfalls
In the dead of night
A heavy weight on the roof
Encumbered slosh of boots
And a pitter-patter of hoof.
Sliding down the chimney
The fat, jolly man does fall.
Landing at the bottom
He starts up the chainsaw.
The children awake
Rush into the room with glee
Just in time to see Santa
Lighting up the Christmas tree.
They watch in abject horror
The ornaments on fire.
Their once beautiful pine
Now, a flaming funeral pyre.
“Ho ho ha ha ha,” he laughs,
While the children try to run
As he takes his mighty chainsaw
To each and every one.
“I know when you’ve been sleeping,”
He says, “and when you’ve been awake.
But you’ve been very bad this year
And that’s your last mistake.”
To the aid of the children
The frightened parents try to run
So Santa blows them away
With an automatic machine gun.
“Just call me Satan Claus!”
He boasts without a care
And hangs his trophy-filled stockings
By the chimney with care.
Climbing into his sled
His voice instilling fright
Says, “Rest in pieces, you all,
And to all a good night!”