The vampires are asking for donations;
the werewolves just want a bone;
the zombies are forming coalitions
because they hate to be alone.
The swamp-man's in the kiddie pool;
Frankenstein has got a head;
the ghosts are in the living room,
though I think that most of them are dead.
The kitchen's filled with witches;
the Innsmouth party just arrived;
the mummy's got an upset tummy,
ever since he was revived.
Everything is going wrong!
The whole affair is quite a mess.
Bigfoot's taking way too long,
and says he hasn't left Loch Ness.
Don't worry dear,
you're way too stressed.
This happens nearly every year.
Just take an half an hour's rest.
It's Christmas time for monsters too,
when monsters get a little blue,
but as the happy time draws near,
we should let joy replace our fear.
Merry Christmas, spooky friends.
Let's celebrate as the year ends.
Tale Told 