The full moon shone down on the snow
The man in the white beard
Sat in his sleigh and called the name
Of his eight strong reindeer
A sudden lurch and they took off
Up high into the sky
The man in red yelled "Ho, ho, ho."
He loved, so much, to fly.
The creature's bite, the night before,
Healed up and left no scar.
The bearded man all dressed in red
Felt he escaped the harm.
Yet something stayed from the attack.
It flowed within his blood.
The bearded man knew nothing of
The horrors that would flood.
The moon rose high, he felt the change,
Not knowing what would come,
And yet it came, the claws and fangs —
This great man was undone.
With eyes turned red, with fur grown out,
The bearded man, a beast,
He roared and growled, he slashed and howled,
He longed for blood to feast.
He plunged with fury to the earth,
Feeling the cold wind blow.
He saw a house and plummeted
Into the roof below.
The monster tore into the house,
With children in their beds.
The parents rose with guns in hand,
They shot him in the head.
No silver bullets. He survived,
And tore them both to shreds.
And then the Christmas werewolf went
To eat the kids in bed.
No presents came that Christmas Eve,
And one could hear the howl.
For Santa Claus, the werewolf Claus,
Was lurking on the prowl.