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Twas the Night Before Christmas, when a Killer went around with a blade.  

Not a person lived that long, not even a maid.

The Victims were stabbed and shocked with great care,

All while wishing on a star for Saint Nick to be there.

The guests were nestled all snug in their beds,

While one vicious man went and cut off their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for an eternal dirt nap.

A dead body on the front lawn,

Which everyone were going to see at dawn

I sprang from my bed,

To see a guest covered in red,

And then there was a clatter,

And I went to see what was the matter.

Away to the window

I ran like the Flash,

Tore open the shutters,

And then a guest got a slash!

When what

To my wandering eyes

Should appear

But a miniature sleigh

And Eight Dead Reindeer

With a bloody ol driver

So slashed very quick,

In that moment I realized

The Killer had killed old St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles

The Killer’s courses they came

As he took the sleigh and whistled

And shouted

And Called

Them by name

Now Murdered

Now Shot

Now Shocked

Now Killed

On Homicide

On Second-Degree

On First-Degree

And Stabbed

But I heard him exclaim

As he drove out of sight

Happy MURDER to all

And to all a goodnight

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