Short Deathchristmas Poems

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.