The Bite Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas
When all through the manor
Every creature was stirring
In black velvet glamour

The candles blazed on the mantle
In a flaming rage
Lighting the way for those
Far from beyond the grave

How the mortals were nestled
All snug in their beds,
Elusive visions of Christmas
Floating dreamily in their heads

But the dark Master and Mistress
Draped in their capes
Had plans quiet contradictory
To the Holy Saint

Over treetops they flew
Through the icy night sky
They reached their destination
As the midnight bells chimed

Up on the rooftop
The dark couple did land
The mortals woke with a start
Knowing evil was at hand

The mortals cautiously peered
Through a window of frost
Knowing they would pay
The ultimate cost

The moon on the crest
Of the new fallen snow
Cast an illusive shadow
On the ghastly pale faces below

Their eyes gleamed with hunger
Their movements were stealth
Silent were the mortal's screams
Their terror was felt

The Wicked slyly appeared
In the corner of the room
Staring into the frightened souls
Who felt certain doom

They wasted no time,
But went direct for the veins
Their touch intoxicating
As they sunk in their fangs

Death came too quickly
Yet the hunger was sated
Disappearing into the mist
They mysteriously faded

The last mortal memory
Was sarcastically trite
Mockingly, the Vampires
exclaimed:

"Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good Bite."

by Marita Jaeger and Camille Burgin
(very slightly edited by me)