'Twas the day before christmas and all through The Mall,
Decorations apperared, and a tree, standing tall.
There where banners of greens and of reds,
Hanging over the gibbons, asleep in their bed's.
The Daleks where dressed up and covered in baubles,
And Chtulhu was singing, though only in warbles.
The Slender man was putting the star last star on the tree,
Oh how it was the best sight one could see.
When a single lone figure walked out, all alone,
to reveal twas a player who decided to atone.
He pulled out a pistol, and with starteling speed,
Set about to do, an unhappy deed.
He woke up the gibbons, asleep in their beds,
He lined up the sights, and shot them stone dead.
He murdered Chtulhu, he slaughtered the Daleks,
He shot the Flagonians, from the lost planet Farlec.
And when he was done, his bullets exhausted,
When it was time that he should have just bolted.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bomb,
Filled to the brim, with deadly Naplam.
He started the timer, and started to walk,
Towards the front doors, where he stopped, as if to talk.
And talk he did, a few simple words with thunderous might,
"A merry Christmas to all and to all, a good night".'
