The fire's still glowing as I carry my plate, laden with cookies none of which I ate!
They're all made for Santa because he's coming tonight, sleigh bells a-ringin' led by Rudolph's light.
He'll slip down the chimney, quiet as a mouse, and tiptoe so carefully through our small house.
With a gentle "Ho-Ho-Ho" he'll creep to our tree, and leave a gift, especially for me!
I've been really good, say my Mum and Dad, and Santa rewards those who haven't been bad,
I made sure to leave a carrot for each single reindeer, so maybe Santa will bring something special this year!
Santa's waiting outside my door, but I don't want to see him any more.
Mummy and Daddy are lying in bed, I wish I could call them, but they're already dead.
The reindeer are wailing, rattling cries, as their teeth gnash together with each roll of their eyes.
Their carrots ignored, their sleigh forgotten; their flesh torn apart and turning rotten.
The neighbours are screaming, they're being eaten alive, Santa's a zombie and it's a fight to survive,
His beard is not white, but soaked a blood red, from when he ran at my Daddy and bit into his head,
I can hear him moaning outside my door, I hide inside my cupboard, curl up and cry on the floor.
The sunlight is shining, but I don't care, because instead of snow angels, there's blood everywhere.
The reindeer are gone now, well, those that aren't dead because they hit some so hard that it smashed in their head.
My house is in ruins, my presents in tatters, but as I look around I see none of that matters,
My family are gone, eaten like cookies, and I'm left all alone in the garden to freeze,
Then just when I thought Santa really didn't find me! That when I heard that low guttural moan, from just behind me...
"Ohh Ohh Ohh"