Monster's Holiday

Night before Christmas went off of 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 soon. They found themselves a new play. They planned Rob's Santa's sleigh. They were making a list and checking it twice. Frankenstein wanted a shiny 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, you. They found themselves a new prey. They planned to rob Santa's sleigh, but Mummy was to signal from the castle roof. At the peripir sound of a reindeer who could sunt or sleep down the chimney wall, the zombies were to make off with sleigh and maul

from beyond the moat, there arose such a clatter. I jumped to the window to see what was the matter. Like a boat of lightning, it happened so quick, There in our midst stood El St. Nick He began to dig down deep in his sack He came up with the traction for Hegel's back

Track caught his cape, flank his trite-grade NBA Even Wolfman was happy, now he can shame And all ended well His santa was really swell No need to rob the santa sack. Maybe next year you'll come back so that children everywhere will spare the cream of losing their presence to a monster's safety.

Now the monsters love santa and say they'll behave. Never again, Rob, Slays or Grays. What do you think of santa now? And Charlie's... Merry Christmas, Vlog! Vlog, good night!