Cool Ghouls Night Before Christmas

As the night before Christmas and all through the cribbed, the creatures were stirring and smacking their lips. The bats were all hung by the air vents with care, in hopes that a human might come to sit there.

The ghouls were all bloodied in bright shades of reds, while visions of lacerations danced in their heads. Frank with his kerchief, his arm linked with rats, had just settled down to a late night snack. When out on the plot there arose such a clatter, I sprang when I coughed him to see that was the matter. Away from the vault I flew in a latch, paused

Down the way for some monster. The tracks of the wolfman on the new fallen snake, led to the swamps where only monsters may gather. When what tonight, bloodshed, I should appear. What an empty sleigh, an eight tiny reindeer.

And while we all know that he's lively and quick, I feared for the safety of dear old Saint Nick. The goons were gathered round and old rusty earth. So I shrieked and shouted and invoked a curse.

Wait, Masha, wait, stranger, stop, Frank and Frank. Down, walk, man, down, crush a vampire, get off his back. I don't know who's Santa, you're lucky to be here at all. Now break it up, get away, get away all.

What much to my wondering surprise he was gone, while out from the crypt that the Ew tie was sent. Back through the graveyard we flew in a flash, pause yet again for some more monster.

My friends were quite upset and all because I thought they meant to harm dear Santa Claus. As I threw in my fangs and was turning around, down the air fence Santa came with a bow.