Monster's Holiday

Was the night before Christmas when all through the castle My monsters were having a yuletide hassle The tree was all trimmed in ghoulish things Like werewolf fangs and vampire wings But they were up to no good Didn't act like good monsters sure They found themselves a new play They planned Rob Santa's slave

They were making a list and checking it twice. Frankenstein wanted to shine a new trite. A new chain for Yalush, a brace for Ego's back, a speed shaver for Wolfman, a new cape for drag.

They were up to no good. Didn't act like good monsters, sure. They found themselves a new prey. They planned to rob Santa's slave. The mummy was to signal from the castle earth. At the peripir sound of a reindeerhood was sound asleep down the chimney wall.

The zombies were to make up with sleigh and gnoll. From beyond the moat there arose such a clatter. I jumped to the window to see what was the matter. Like a bolt of lightning it happened so quick.

And there in our midst stood El St. Nick. He began to dig down deep in his sack. He came up with the traction for Eagle's back. Track caught his cape, Franky's trite made him behave.

Even Wolfman was happy. Now he can shave. And all ended well. Santa was really swell. No need to rob Santa's sack. Maybe next year you'll come back so the children everywhere will spare the grief of losing their presence to a monster's slave deed.

Now the monsters love santa and say their behavior. Never again robbed slaves or graves. Eagle, what do you think of santa love? And carver go out of sight. Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.