T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
… There was a zombie, though.
His name was Augustus,
A cute little tyke.
He was courteous, polite –
Really, what's not to like?
He did on occasion
have a craving for brain,
But being so friendly,
he tried to abstain.
And now he was crouching
In some other man's home,
He'd hid in the living room,
All cold and alone.
His family, you see,
Such a colourful bunch,
Had left him behind
When they went out to lunch.
They all found his conscience
Annoying and trite
When they were indulging
Their own appetite.
So o
