Parents laughed,
Children cried,
The night that old Saint Nick did die,
Trees were bare,
Their branches dry,
No ornaments were hung up high,
Instead of singing yuletide carols,
People sang of dire perils,
Their eyes turned up unto the sky,
Offering a lullaby
The service was held on Christmas Day,
A sad and festive, sparse array
Of red and green and black decor,
No one could ever ask for more,
Kind words were said about his life,
His jolly manner, doting wife,
The elves were there to tell their tales,
Remember all to no avail,
And at the coffin one did see,
A man of bleak tranquility
Such rosy cheeks and lips a-fading,
Once smiling eye now contemplating,
All present there mourned and cried,
Wished their friend a dear goodbye,
The night was grim, gone awry,
The night that old Saint Nick did die
A forecast of a stormy night,
Should have been a warning quite,
Yet led by Rudolph's shining light,
The group continued to their plight,
The sleigh swung high and gave a scare,
Blasted by a gust of air,
Presents large and presents small,
Crashed and fell throughout the fall,
All was quiet, all around,
His body lay lifeless on the ground.
