All the usual suspects were up to no good!
Angelique readied her witchcraft with care,
Knowing that Barnabas soon would be there,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While nightmarish visions writhed in their heads,
And Cassandra in her wig and I with my Schnapps,
Had just settled in for a lengthy nightcap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I swiftly did dash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Made it easy to see the foul creature below;
With his big hairy features and four furry paws,
I knew in an instant, this ain't Santa Claus!
Leaning out through the window, I loudly did shout,
"Get out of the garbage, you great furry lout!"
It's bother enough to have permanent "guests",
A bat for a cousin (oh, he's quite the pest),
One wife was a Phoenix, the other a witch...
For some other family, mine I'd gladly switch...
Now we've a werewolf pawing our trash?
Given half the chance, I'd be gone in a flash!
And you'd hear me exclaim as I drove out of sight,
"Good riddance to all and to all a 'Good-night'!"
-- by Lucidscreamer