Red Christmas
Part Four
Santa vs. the S.W.A.T. Team
Blood stains the snow
On a cold winter’s night
For little boys
And girls have settled in
Before their inevitable fright.
In one ill-fated house
The presents have been laid.
The silence erupts into thunder
As a waking child
Opens his scatter grenade.
Outside, on the roof,
In his eyes, an evil gleam,
Santa lays down a few rounds
Aimed down at the SWAT team.
The sergeant calls for backup
But really has no plan.
For how does one
Kill Santa Claus
Who is no mortal man?
The gunfire is exchanged
Between Santa and police.
Bits of Rudolph’s rotten flesh
By SWAT team’s bullets
Are blown off piece by piece.
Now burning like twin coal fires
Are Rudolph’s eyes.
Breathing flame,
He kills two men.
Tortured are their cries.
The ambulance wails
The sirens scream
Mixed with human cries
As Santa laughs hysterically
At the losing SWAT team.
The unfortunate family evacuated
The plan they know too well.
The house, as well
As that fat, jolly elf
Would soon be blown to Hell.
The firefight abruptly ended
When erupted one of the gas mains.
But the ensuing search
For St. Nick and his crew
Uncovered no remains.
So watch out, all you boys and girls
Please make no mistake.
Mark my words
And heed my advice:
Beware, for goodness’ sake.
11/1992 – 01/1993