Merry BLOODY Christmas

On my first year of Christmas, I was trapped in a giant gift box.
The monsters inside spared me and I was relieved.
But soon they grew hungry and tore me apart as their Christmas dinner.
They devoured me lustfully, making sure the pain was as excruciating as possible.
Merry, Merry BLOODY Christmas!

One my second year of Christmas, the elves ran out of wrapping paper.
To wrap all the gifts for the good children, oh they were in catatonic despair!
I soon grew tired of their cries and offered myself to be converted to wrapping paper.
Soon I was skinned alive and my skin was used to wrap toys and candy canes.
Merry, Merry BLOODY Christmas!

On my third year of Christmas, a poor beggar was sobbing near the lamp post.
I asked what's wrong, and he replied he longed for a warm Christmas feast.
I gave him the permission to roast me, and thus his act of cannibalism began.
Merry, Merry BLOODY Christmas!

And it goes on through my fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and on and on and on.

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Merry Christmas, guys! How's the poem? Must be quite gross right? Haha, I hope it doesn't freak you all too much.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2012 everybody~!