A little bit of Humbug

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A little bit Humbug this story may appear to be.
But a story not told, doth seem a shame to me.
A tale of love lost, and greed true and heart felt
Story of betrayal and pacts with demons dealt.

I get a little bit humbug this time of year. Loneliness saps much of my christmas cheer. So for all of you tired of being expected to be merry, and wish you could pop the heads off of people like a ripe cherry. I give you this story, no truth, but no lie. Just a tale I made macabre this night.

***And to all of you who wish nothing but holiday cheer, I warn you stay far away from here. Merry Christmas to you and I wish you the best, but for need of a laugh I give this to the rest. Come share your humbug with me and the rest, tell us your tales, the worst and the best.***

I promise not to desire to pop peoples heads off like ripe cherries. I still have some spirit left to be merry. This started as an origin story but I decided not to play him. His name was to be Hearth but he just kept looking like The Thing with a steampunk pack on.

Of course this is a work based upon The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore. If it breaks any laws or offends anyone please let me know and I shall remove it. Any other constructive comments are welcome as well.

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Twas The Night Before Christmas And All Through The House, One Creature Was Stirring A Mischievous Mouse

The Stockings Were Hung On The Chimney With Care, Not Knowing He'd Knock A Candle Over There

The Children Were Forced To Lay In Their Beds ;until The Meds Started To Work Inside Of Their Heads

Mom On Her Pills, And Me My Night Cap, We Settled Down For A Long Drug Induced Nap


When Out On The Lawn A Siren Did Clatter; I Fell Out Of Bed To See What Was The Matter

Away To The Window I Ran Like A Flash ; Closed The Curtains So I Could Hide My Stash.


The Fire Trucks Lights On The New-fallen Snow ; Gave An Eerie Glow To The Objects Below

When, What To My Blood Shot Eyes Should Appear ; A Skeletal Horse With No Rider To Steer.


It Had No Rider, Yet Was Deathly And Swift ; I Knew In A Moment It's Owners Final Gift

More Rabid Than Dogs The Fear Then Came ; As I Heard Without Sound As He Called Us By Name


"now Donald, Now Doris. Now Peter And Violet; Come One, Come All, To What Fate Has In Store

To World Beyond, Through The Unpassible Door ; The Smoke Shall Choke Your Lungs No More."


As Dry Leaves That Before The Pyre Did Burn ; I Knew My Children Were Gone And Twas My Turn

So As My Wifes Soul Passed Through The Wall Near Which I Stood ; I Was Ready To Go


And Then With A Burning, I Saw In His Eyes ; And Lying There Dying In My Pain And Surprise

As I Drew My Last Breath, And Was Willing To Go ; Down Came My Punishment As No One Could Know


Dressed In All Black From His Head To His Foot ; And His Clothes Smelled Of Death, Ashes, And Soot

He Grabbed My Helpless Soul In His Skeletal Hand ; And From That Moment On My Hell Had Just Began


His Eyes, How They Burned, His Skull Was On Fire ; His Had Held A Scythe, Blade Sharp Enough To Cut Wire

His Droll Little Mouth Was Drawn Up In A Grin ; And There Wasn't A Hair On His White Skeletal Chin


He Knew Of The Deal, Of The Bargain I'd Made ; And Here Was The Calling, Of My Price To Be Paid

He Bound Me In Stone, Of Mortar And Brick ; The Binds On My Soul Were Placed Unbreakably Thick


Next Was The Mouse Chubby And Plump ; It Grew Into A Demon So Tall The Ceiling Its Horns Did Thump

A Wink Of Its Eye In Its Twisted Horned Head ; Soon Gave Me To Know The Truest Of Dread


He Spoke Not A Word, But I Heard Quite A Few ; From The Contract I Signed The Words Started To Spew

And Placing His Finger In Front Of His Lips ; And Scratching The Ceiling With His Horns At Their Tips


He Walked Through A Hole The Fire Made In The Wall ; And Into The Portal From Hell He Did Fall

My Soul Forever Trapped By My Hand With The Deal ; "immortality Granted, Now How Doth Being Stone Feel?"

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[very very dark and creepy- but well done ]