The Zombie Night Before Christmas!

Hey Frightners!

Here is a great classic re-written by Scary Jane for all of us zombie fans out there! Enjoy!!!

The Zombie Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;


The mouse came from a medical research lab test,
But didn’t completely die like the rest;


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While nightmares of spiders danced in their heads;


And mamma in the kitchen had spotted the mouse,
Whacked it with a hammer and got blood in her mouth;


Inside her body there arose such a clatter,
As the virus mutated to make her mad as a hatter.


Away out the door she flew like a flash,
Ran down the street moaning, covered in a rash.


The moon shone on her as she ran down the lane
Seeking to quench her new hunger for brains.


When, what to her rotting eyes should appear,
But a group of carolers singing with cheer.


Their cheers turned to screams as she bit at their heads,
Soon the whole group was lying there dead.


But that didn’t last long as they rose to their feet,
They now also wanted some brains they could eat.


From door to door and throughout the night,
Zombies ruled the town and everything in sight.


The army was called in with big guns and tanks,
They surrounded the town and protected their flanks.


But a little old lady, now undead and quick,
Bit the arm of a soldier, and made him get sick.


The soldier was taken to HQ to be checked,
And soon the army base was totally wrecked.


The army, the guard, and the mighty marines,
All failed to stop the bloodthirsty fiends.


I wanted to run, and was turning around,
Then down from the sky St. Nicholas came with a bound.


He was dressed all in kevlar, from his left to his right,
He knew how to protect himself from zombies that bite;


A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an action hero ready to attack.


His eyes — how they twinkled as he fired his guns,
His cheeks were like roses, his aim second to none!


His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the blood of the zombies covered the snow;


The pins of grenades he pulled with his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;


He had a broad face and a little round belly,
And his axe cut through zombies like jelly.


He cut off their heads, to kill them for good,
Saving the world as only few could;


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;


He spoke not a word, but finished his work,
And burned all the bodies; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up from the rubble he rose;


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Those damn zombies really ruined my night.”