Randomness (with collaborations)

POEM: The N!ghtmare Of Christmas

A/N: HI :) !!!!!!!!! So what I was thinking when I wrote this was a "nightmare before Christmas" kinda thing written over the poem "A visit from St. Nicholas" written by Clement Clarke moore.

'Twas the night before christmas 

And all through the house

Every monster was moving

Each one arouse

Ornaments hung on the tree with flair

Kids dreaming that Santy Klause soon would be here

Children were lying with dreams in their head

While large, scary beasts sit under their beds

And mom in her kerchief, and I in my cap

We'd just settled down for a long winters nap

Then out from the closet, arose such a thing

With tentacles covered in small suction rings

I fell out of bed, and when I arose

The tentacles were pulling me into the shadows

I clang to the bed, and then in a flash

I ripped off my blanket and tore it in half

In my head I had visioned new fallen snow,

laid upon graves, and the styx of below

With thrashing and bashing, to my eyes did appear

The tentacles retracted past the door, into the rear

The children sleep snugly, envisioning magic

And the thoughts of Santa stepping on the chimney brick

Visions of sugarplums, dancing as they came

But no one ever thought of what they became

Flying purple monsters, with a crave for men

sporting horns and teeth eating small little ben

The window opened with a quiet little creak

I jumped out of bed, and let out a shriek

It dashed around the room, propelled by its wings

And I pranced over the bed, my head, it tried to wring

Over it flew, as fast as a comet, I quickly ran away,

Into the closet,And closed the door when I began to float

I saw the tentacles held me up by the arms of my coat

I jumped out leaving it, my jacket,

ran out of my room, and grabbed a mallet

I went back as eyes peered around the walls

And killed the beasts right there in the halls

Then I heard a noise from something behind me,

And turned to see what the next monster could be

A red and green bear was the cause of the squeak

And I became his annual meal for the week

I woke up from my nap, I had been asleep

I got out of bed and checked every last niche

I was all alone, much to my ease

But I'll never forget the squinting pair of eyes

I thought I saw staring at me from into shadows

And the slimy substance found in the shallows

of my closet. Was it really a dream?

I don't think I'll know, but what it may seem

Though these visions I've had were not a delight,

I'll still say: Merry Christmas to all, upon this fair night.