The Butchers Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas  
And all through the house
Nobody was breathing, not even a spouse
The limbs were all hung by the chimney with care
A sign that the butcher was already there
The children all murdered were dead in their beds
With knives and cleavers stuck in their foreheads
The grandparents laid down  
For a long winters nap
Just more holiday victims
Of the butchers death trap
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Neighbors arrived, on the snow blood splattered
Away from the window he flew with a flash
Body after body the butcher did slash
The moon reflecting the blood covered snow
Gave a luster of red, a hauntingly eerie glow
And what to his wondering eyes should appear
So many cop cars, dozens of police near
With his cleaver in hand, so lively and quick
Lives disappeared during his magic trick  
More rapid than eagles the authorities they came
The butcher killed them all with little to no shame
No officers, no neighbors no families survived
One after another he kissed them good night
Dead bodies on the porch
Dead bodies on the wall
He carved them up quick
As he murdered them all