‘Tis a white Christmas, full of mystical cheer
The children run wild, grinning ear to ear
Sleds on the move, making way down the hill,
When everyone around feels a severe sudden chill
Ice creeps from the grass, people frantic as it grows
Trees fall under the weight of the piling snow
Hearts grow cold as the sky turns a dark shade of grey,
Screams fill the air as the day fades away
Smoke can be seen from miles around,
As Christmas trees burn in an unholy sound
Presents vanish under the presence of something sinister,
Voices crackle and hiss, as this seems to be the finisher
But a man as big as a mountain appears,
Arrived seemingly to save the Christmas cheer
He faces down the frigid beast,
Making sure to bring his leash
The battle lasts many days and nights,
Humans crying as they pray for delight
The Christmas spirit fills the air,
As everyone gives one last prayer
The man gets the boost he needs,
And goes on to succeed, red flashing across the screen
Victory cries can be heard all around,
Because Christmas is saved and it’s something so profound