SANTA’S JOLLY CHRISTMAS

“Santa’s Jolly Christmas”

The quiet snow had muffled every sound,

A wicked hunger burning like a flame,

No holy blessing could be ever found,

The velvet coat now stiff with ice and shame.

A crimson streak upon the frozen light,

The awful sleigh was drawing ever near,

To bring hell to the house as Rudolph goes through the night,

The window panes were sweating in their fear.

They paused above the roof in wicked gleam,

The reindeer whose eyes can penetrate deep, holding sway,

Then came the master like a waking dream,

But Santa Claus with his metal teeth to slay.

He dropped into the hearth, no word was said,

He moved with silence for his wicked claim,

He left the child’s room gutted, stark, and dead,

Just crimson droplets speaking of the shame. 

Written on 11/14/2025