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"How the Goth Stole Christmas"
(with apologies to the late, great Dr. Seuss)

"Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Goth,
Who lived just north of Whoville,
Did NOT!
The Goth hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the
reason.
It could be his face wasn't made up just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his Docs were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all
May have been that in August, there were Elves in the
mall.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His Docs or the mall,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating it all.
Staring down from his lair, with a sour gothy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings," he said with a
pout.
"They're not even *fishnets* for crying out loud!"
Then he growled, with his fingertips nervously
drumming,
"I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For,
Tomorrow, he knew...
....All the Who girls and boys.
Would wake long before sunset. They'd rush for their
toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise!
Noise!
"That's one thing I hate! Isit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!
They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare
Who-roast-beast
Which was something the goth couldn't stand in the
least.
And THEN
They'd do something
He liked least of all!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Would walk outside (after finishing their cena)
They'd stand close together, and do the Macarena!
And the more the goth thought 'bout this
Who-Christmas-Dancin',
The more the goth thought "This is worse than M.
Manson!
"Why, for twenty-three years I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
...But HOW?"

Then he got an idea!
A spooky idea!
THE GOTH
GOT A SINISTER, SPOOKY IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" the goth said in the gloom.
And he made a black velvety Santa costume.
And he cackled, and wailed "What a great gothy plan!
"With an outfit like this, I'll take all that I can!"
"All I need is a reindeer..."
"The goth looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be
found.
But, did that stop the goth?
No! The Goth simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his cat, Curse. Then he took some black
lace,
And he tied a big horn on the side of his face.
THEN
He loaded some bags
Into the back of his hearse.
(A ramshackle car,
To which he tied Curse.)
Then the goth revved the engine,
And Curse started to run.
Down to Who-ville they went
To steal their fun.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the
air.
All the Whos were naively dreaming without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Gothy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. Which could have been
hectic
Except that the goth was quite anorexic.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "Are the first things
to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most
unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Siouxsie and Sisters tapes! Eyeliner! Shoes!
Nail polish! Thigh-high boots! Lipstick! And Booze!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the goth, very
nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Who's feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He didn't eat any. He had to stay thin.
(Though he did take a swig of Momma-Who's gin.)
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with
relish.
"And NOW!" grinned the goth, "For that tree that looks
hellish!"
And the goth grabbed the tree, and he started to shove

When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Siouxsie-Sioux-Who, who was not more than two.
The goth had been caught by this little chanteuse
Who'd got out of bed for a shot of Chartreuse.
She stared at the goth and said, "Santy Claus, why,
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But you know, that old goth was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why my sweet little tot, it's really quite sad.
"This tree looks just ghastly, it's covered in plaid!
"So I'm taking it home," he told the pre-schooler.
"And when it's fixed up, it will look a lot cooler."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he poured her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Siouxsie-Sioux-Who was in bed with her cup.
HE went to the chimney, and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some
wire.
And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Whos' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Whos' mouses!
It was a quarter to dawn...
All the Whos, sleeping worse,
Each one passed out on booze
When he packed up his hearse,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The
wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The
trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Strumpet
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-Pooh to the Whos!" he was morbidly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"Then the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry
BOO-HOO!"
"But there's no time to listen," the goth said with a
frown.
"The sun's starting to glisten. I've got to get down!
"I've got to get back to my lair with haste
"Or all that I've done tonight will go to waste!"
So the goth dumped the whole load
And returned to the road.
And started his flight
To avoid the daylight.
And asleep in his coffin, the goth smiled with glee.
For now there's no Christmas for you or for me."
(and you thought it'd have a happy ending, didn't
you?)