T’was the night before Christmas and all through the lair,
many creatures were stirring, the weather was fair.
The corpses hung from the ceiling in cages,
with hope they’ll soon undergo some changes.
The assistants were sipping on premium tea,
preparing for their next departure from sanity.
The Count strode ‘round his premises with glee,
the presents retrieved from the docks by the sea.
Oddities, curiosities, and knicknacks galore!
And soon the celebrations were no more.
As the night panned out, mutations brimming,
and straight-jacketed horrors girating and quivering,
The Count unleashed a final sight:
Santa Claus, undead, resurrected with blight!
It caused even The Count a bit of fright,
such that he proclaimed with utter delight…
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
