Santa Claws
You think you'll see his shadow
You think you'll be able to hear
Instead he'll kill you silently
There's no need to leave presents this year.
He loves the taste of flesh and blood
He craves it more and more
He likes to collect the little children
To eat on Christmas morn'
So just remember this year
When your eating on Christmas day
Santa will be feasting
The children no longer play.
Copyright © Hadleigh Spicer | Year Posted 2011
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