Ob hearing of the Texas Santa Claus murders.


Ooh--You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is gunning--for you.
He's made his list, he's checked it twice, and that bloodthirsty bastard's not very nice:
Santa Claus is gunning--for you.
He spies when you are sleeping, but he shoots when you're awake. He don't care if you're bad or good, he'll shoot you like a snake.
Don't sit on his lap Connie, don't give your wish list, Tim. He thinks you're greedy rat-tots, and they're all the same to him.
Oh, you better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is gunning for you.

Eulick McCreavis