Twas a frightening Christmas...

Twas a frightening night in Steven King's house. Circling, Santa recognized the shambling old place surrounded by an iron fence topped with leering gargoyles from pictures he'd seen.

...twas a frigntening christmas in steven king's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.

...twas a frigntening christmas in steven king's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,

...twas a frigntening christmas in steven king's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.

Duh! Oh!

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot tall mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.

..twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,

..twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.

..twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants

..twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.
for there stood a creature, drinking elf blood through straws!

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.
for there stood a creature, drinking elf blood through straws!
Shrieking, and gurgling, this banshee from damp moors,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.
for there stood a creature, drinking elf blood through straws!
Shrieking, and gurgling, this banshee from damp moors,
Ate through a book and got down on all fours,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.
for there stood a creature, drinking elf blood through straws!
Shrieking, and gurgling, this banshee from damp moors,
Ate through a book and got down on all fours.
Tabitha entered, with a pickled head in a jar,

...twas a frightening night at Steven King's house,
in the kitchen there sat, a six foot mouse.
The children were hanging asleep just like bats,
in hopes of discovering where they left their skinned cats.
And Momma with her ax to grind, and Poppa with his paper
All ignoring the screams and cries of the troubled Mr. Vaper.
Then down in the cellar there arose a loud groaning...
twas Santa in the coal bin, his skull fractured and moaning.
So Stephen took a hardcover copy of The Stand,
Then promptly used it to cut off Santa's hand.
Santa screamed and pissed his pants
King poured on honey; released the ants.
Santa's rosy cheeks grew pale as he waved his bloody stump,
As Stephen laughed maniacally and got ready to hump,
Footsteps above forced him to pause,
He loaded his shotgun and aimed at the doors,
trembling with fear for what sounded like claws.
for there stood a creature, drinking elf blood through straws!
Shrieking, and gurgling, this banshee from damp moors,
Ate through a book and got down on all fours.
Tabitha entered, with a pickled head in a jar,
it looked at her and said, "that was one evil, damned car!"