It’s the little things at Christmas that often get to you the most.
All that sweetness and light
can give you such a fright.
Sneaking over to your bed
to stab you before daylight.
So when you go to bed
don’t turn your little head.
For that elf on the shelf
will make sure you wake up dead.
Then a zombie you will be
lumbering ’round the Christmas tree
searching for some brains
or other presents not meant for thee.
O’ beware that elf on the shelf!
He’s just all about himself.
He’s sweetly, creepy insane
and out to ruin your health.
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