On the night before Christmas, all through the house, only I was stirring; a scream trapped in my mouth.
Santa towered above me, Father's head clutched in hand.
"You've been a bad boy!" he bellowed. "I'll make you understand."
Fearfully, I stared as he mounted Father's head on top o' the tree.
"You'll behave next year, I wager," he announced. "For if not, I'll do worse to your Mommy."
That evil elf stomped to the chimney and rubbed his nose.
Finally I screamed, as he merrily rose.
I'll be good, so hopefully he won't do what he said he would.