Christmas for the dead

Twas the night before christmas.  
The night for the living dead.  
In which all come out of their comfy beds.  
You see their faces with fear.  
Also spreading their bloody tears.  
 
They feel so much wretched pain.  
All from their memory lane.  
No one knows or cares about their sorrow.  
That makes them feel,like a great big hollow.  
All because of this dreadful deathblows.  
 
It is the darkest of the dreadful nights.  
That is completely filled with uncontrollable frights.  
Some souls shall perish.  
All because of not knowing how to cherish.  
 
Each loveless, hopeless soul has a spot so dark.  
That has left such a murderous deep mark.  
Santa has been hiding,disguised as an onyx shell.  
In which, he came out cause it felt like a living hell.  
 
Santa starts planning a game.  
In which the souls would have no shame.  
All the souls gathered towards santa in such a haste.  
So the game wouldn't go to waste.  
 
The game consists of groups, that help each other in friendly bouts.  
If not all played, they would be left out.  
All played,they were such warm filled joy.  
That they were not even annoyed.  
 
Santa's game was not in vain.  
Because all souls would have something delightful in their ghostly hearts gained.  
Twas the ebony christmas for the living dead.  
In which they all enjoyed and rest in peace.  
Now wait.......
Till the next christmas to come and feel the same joy that they felt this night.............