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silent night, deadly night
twas a cold winters night, as I sat on my bed, I began to wonder these thoughts in my head; is saint nick real, why more then one name, do reindeer even have reindeer games? it was these thoughts that kept me awake, I wanted to believe in Santa, but is he real or is he fake? if he is real, then is he a creep or is he a present giving saint?
it was 4 a.m I had to get some sleep before my folks come visit in 4 hours on Christmas eve. as I laid my head to rest I began to hear a jingle. are those bells I wonder? so I look outside no one was there, so I laid down again and no surprise there was no one bit me all through the night.
as I woke I sat up in my bed, I gave out a yawn and a stretch and a bend. I stood up n walk down to my front door, when it opened there were my folks and presents galore. we sang, we danced, we drank, we ate, but then the clock struck 8.
it was time to say goodbye to my dear mom n dad, I'll never forget how much fun we had. after they laughed I cleaned up the mess, I put out milk and cookies, then I went straight to bed. as I laid in my bed i couldn't fall asleep, then clock struck midnight and I heard a creek.
I was curious to know where it came from, I got out of bed, and went to take a look, to my surprise i see Santa standing, staring at my tree.
"hello, santa? are you okay?" I said with curiosity in my brain. he turned slowly with a sinister grin, "look outside" he said "Okay santa" I replied.
I walked to my window, what I saw made me scream 6 dead elfs and a skined Rudolph, Santa is not what he seems. I try to run but he sees me anywhere. I try call someone but they don't believe, they say Santa's not there.
they say he's up in his sleigh which I can see it flying. how is it up while the reindeer are dying. as I hear his foot steps I began to not speak I his in the cupboard to remain unseen.
"come out come out, I won't bite for years I gave presents without delay, now it's your turn to pay. I snuck through your chimney, I smashed your presents in rage, my next stop will be little Billy from down that lane, he's fat like me so you see he'll make great cookies out of his fat to eat." santa said as walked through my house. when I saw him walk past I ran to another room n tried to escape but the couch got much shoe.
I stood up and turned, there he was, with a knife in hand. jolly old saint nick is a monster not a man, he stabbed and stabbed until the blood was gone he ate and ate until I was all gone. so there's the truth about old saint nick, not a miracle,but he psychotically sick.....
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it was 4 a.m I had to get some sleep before my folks come visit in 4 hours on Christmas eve. as I laid my head to rest I began to hear a jingle. are those bells I wonder? so I look outside no one was there, so I laid down again and no surprise there was no one bit me all through the night.
as I woke I sat up in my bed, I gave out a yawn and a stretch and a bend. I stood up n walk down to my front door, when it opened there were my folks and presents galore. we sang, we danced, we drank, we ate, but then the clock struck 8.
it was time to say goodbye to my dear mom n dad, I'll never forget how much fun we had. after they laughed I cleaned up the mess, I put out milk and cookies, then I went straight to bed. as I laid in my bed i couldn't fall asleep, then clock struck midnight and I heard a creek.
I was curious to know where it came from, I got out of bed, and went to take a look, to my surprise i see Santa standing, staring at my tree.
"hello, santa? are you okay?" I said with curiosity in my brain. he turned slowly with a sinister grin, "look outside" he said "Okay santa" I replied.
I walked to my window, what I saw made me scream 6 dead elfs and a skined Rudolph, Santa is not what he seems. I try to run but he sees me anywhere. I try call someone but they don't believe, they say Santa's not there.
they say he's up in his sleigh which I can see it flying. how is it up while the reindeer are dying. as I hear his foot steps I began to not speak I his in the cupboard to remain unseen.
"come out come out, I won't bite for years I gave presents without delay, now it's your turn to pay. I snuck through your chimney, I smashed your presents in rage, my next stop will be little Billy from down that lane, he's fat like me so you see he'll make great cookies out of his fat to eat." santa said as walked through my house. when I saw him walk past I ran to another room n tried to escape but the couch got much shoe.
I stood up and turned, there he was, with a knife in hand. jolly old saint nick is a monster not a man, he stabbed and stabbed until the blood was gone he ate and ate until I was all gone. so there's the truth about old saint nick, not a miracle,but he psychotically sick.....
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