In the dead of the chill as this story goes Is it death in the air? Or is it snow? A very Silent Night A pumpkin waits much past his season Perched and ready, for gluttonous reasons This holiday season brings more for the feast and heals the memories of Halloween’s deceased Spreading holiday cheer enriches the soul It makes for good harvest, This Pumpkins goal He will unleash his wrath at the precise given moment After waiting so patiently cold and dormant After a murderous decree has taken your house Nothing will be heard not even a mouse Then Death fills the air, cold and rancid with fright As a pumpkin bellows “A Very Silent Night”