A Zombie Christmas

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Once upon a midnight

When all were sleeping sound

In the darkest graveyard

Dark things, they crept around


Hands crawl through

The damp, black earth

Up from coffins below

And ghostly ghouls

Drag themselves out

To walk upon the snow


With body parts

All hanging loose

And eyes a vacant stare

They still know that

It's Christmas Eve

And Santa's passing there


A tree stands in the corner

With leaves too scared to grow

Instead of baubles

They hang there

Fingers, ears and toes


Beneath are all the presents

Wrapped in rags they've torn apart

Of body parts they're missing

Like an arm, a hand, a heart


They dance to haunting music

But it's just a little shiver

Cos if they jump about

Their eyes fall out

And float off down the river


And when the sun is rising

They crawl back underground

But they don't mind

Cos at Christmas time

A Zombie party's the best around!

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