For Christmas, I'm gonna try do something Ted Geisel style.


Everyone in town liked Christmas to a degree, and the people loved Christmas as you can see.

It is not a hoax, or out of the blue, they loved Christmas and that is true.

Christmas was celebrated far and wide, and people around town take its stride.

Yes people around liked Christmas a lot, but one group known as ELF, did not.

Don't get me wrong they liked Christmas that's true, but in their heart they had a thing they had to do.

Their leader paced back and forth. She had a plan that she must sort.

"I must must stop this one whom they call Peter! As they told he is his group's leader."

"He stopped friendship from meaning! How much is he gleaning!"

"I must stop him right here and right now, I must stop him, but how?"

Then she got an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, wonderful, awful idea.

"I shall kill them with toys! A gift for the girls and boys!"

"I will kill their parents as well! Maybe they can worship friendship in hell!"

As the leader laughed so fast and so slick, people are gonna die thanks to her trick.

The leader made false toys consisting of explosive powder, while creating lethal poison for the resident's chowder.


It was Christmas Eve night and joy was in the air, for the people will know that Santa will be there.

The leader has her Christmas plan giving a shot,

"Let's go creatures, let's see what you've got!"

And down came the leader on her great fateful ride, down to the people with Christmas inside.

She had planned it big detail to small, she would ruin Christmas once and for all.

As she climbed in the window of one house, she did it with the sound of a mouse.

She was ready to set the score right, she would do her plan and would do it tonight.

The leader left false presents with the speed of a bee, she was preparing their deaths while filled with glee.

All this excess and nonsense it was all about greed, so she left presents of death of that they need.

The leader went to work, she left bombs to replace the toys, she raced against time, she raced against joy.

She placed shotguns, bombs, knives, and severed eardrums, poisoned turkey, chocolate, popcorn and plums.

She took back gadgets and gizmos, dolls with strange names, dodgeballs, basketballs and video games.

She left more death, the killing was on, she didn't want them here, she wanted them gone.


For the last house she had everything planned, to bring doom on earth and to this land.

It was the house of the group of Peter, the one that his allies called leader.

The leader went through his house by picking the door, and quietly getting in without leaving a snore.

She left her traps like she usually do, until she came across you know who.

"What are you doing here, breaking into our house? How did you get in here, with the skills of a mouse?"

Before the leader could say a word, she was subdued with the reflexes of a bird.

"Oh no, she left traps, all the way from the start! I must stop them before they do their part!"

He ran into some snags all the way through, from an angry orange cat to a sleepwalker too.


As the people awoke on Christmas day, there was something missing that is to say.

"Our presents are gone!" cried the people up and down, they search here and there, they searched all around.

The townsfolk got a text message telling what to do, they should should head to the forest, and bring their families too.


At the forest, they saw it, their presents at last! They ran for their presents, forgetting the past.

Who gave back their presents, who cares, it's true! But one person knew it out of the blue.

There was presents and lots of food to get fat, it was the best Christmas of all, and that was simply that.


You're a mean one for reading this, kids. And I know that.