Ghost Santa Stealth

Ghost Santa Stealth came upon a dead night dreary, His intention was madness and I was quite weary He took bits of my mind, but not in the usual way He chomped it out of my fleshy brain dendrite gray. I felt him chewing, his masticating was angry and mean. He was a destructor, a Christmas devouring, ugly machine. He took my ideas and threw them outside in the snow. He burned up my house, not fast, really slow. I was trying to tell the firemen, but I could not speak. He had eaten the part of my brain where language doth peak. Might as well have scalped me. He chewed slow and gave me a fright. I was terrified of this devil, that Christmas Eve Night.