A Werewolf's Holiday

On the eve of one Christmas

That we sure won't forget

A full moon shone brightly

And cast light on a threat

For people all over

Across the globe's span

Were asleep in their beds

Except for one man

No, this man had his neighbor

Tie him up tight

Left him tied to a chair

And turned out the light

No use of his arms

And his legs were quite tied

To ensure that on this full moon

No one would die

He was safe, he was sure

There was no one to harm

But a sound on the roof

Set off a mental alarm

For the man of the myth

As the stories do tell

Turned out to be real

And down the chimney he fell!

The tied man tried to break free

But too late! Oh no!

There came a soft landing

And a great "Ho, ho ho!"

The man in the suit

With the curly white beard

Hadn't the slightest idea

This house should be feared

The man in the chair

Tried hard to inform--

But too late! Oh no!

He began to transform

With his razor sharp claws

And his needlelike fur

He broke free from his chair

And let out a low "Grrr"

The man in the suit

Had started to run

But not before the werewolf

Had his bit of fun

He bit Santa right there

On the back of his thigh

And while back on his sleigh

He bid the werewolf "Goodbye!

"Good riddance!

You naughty old man!

I must return to the Pole!

I must leave while I can!"

But the moonlight caught Santa

Dead in his tracks

And thus began making

The most gruesome attacks

For Santa now flew

Hungry for flesh

And thirsty for blood

So juicy and fresh