‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Not the children, who should have been fast asleep, dreaming, nor the proud, happy parents, who had spent the month scheming.
They’d hoped for a magical holiday season, but the house was so silent. Oh, what was the reason?
The reason did not have a nose like a cherry, or bright rosy cheeks, or two dimples so merry. The reason did not have much face there at all, just two coal black eyes, and a crown, oh so tall.
His crown was so tall, and his lips, oh so small, for he didn’t talk much, he just laughed at us all.
While the family put out Santa’s cookies and gin, Old Scratch laughed with glee as he let himself in. Sneaking through the back door, with a grin and a flourish, he tipped his crown to the mirror and began to punish.
They had done nothing wrong, so it seemed so unfair, as he ate through their flesh and clawed out their hair. Their only mistake, was that he peeked, and they were home. A tempting snack for a King who did roam.
Their screams were like music to the ears of the beast, as he cackled and crowed for his Christmas Eve feast.
That was last year, and the house is still silent. Littered with bones, and so, no-one will buy it.
Christmas Eve approaches, and Hell’s ruler is famished, with his daughter in tow, they’ve sped out of their palace.
There is so much to see, and so many to eat, before their holiday joy is complete, so you’d better watch out, and you might like to cry, because Scratch is so hungry, and won’t be denied.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 