It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Zombies

Sung to the tune of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”

I’ll be undead for Christmas,

Eating more than I usually do,

And although I know it’s a long road home,

I’ll be fueled by goo.

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Christmas Eve will find me

Wherever brains will be.

I’ll be undead for Christmas,

When I hear your screams.

I’ll be undead this Christmas—

Yes the virus, it got me.

Tramp through the snow, to eat some toes

And brains under the tree.

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When I hear your screams.

When I hear your screams.

GRANDMA GOT TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE

Sung to the tune of “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”

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Grandma got turned into a Zombie,

Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.

You can say there’s no such thing as Undead.

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She’d been drinkin’ too much eggnog,

And we’d begged her not to go.

But she ignored our Zombie warnings,

And she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas mornin’

At the scene of the attack,

She was missing part of her forehead,

And incriminatin’ undead marks were on her back.

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Now we’re all so proud of Grandpa.

He’s been takin’ this so well;

See him in there with a sharp machete,

Drinkin’ beer and loadin’ his shotgun up with shells.

It’s not Christmas without Grandma;

All the family waits for her attack,

And we just can’t help but wonder:

Should we decapitate her with a whack?

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Now Grandma’s out there clawing at the window,

And Grandpa, he doesn’t give a fig.

He will take his sharp machete,

And chop right down through Grandma’s blue-haired wig.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors,

Better stock up your pantry shelves.

The Undead surely are a menace,

And some of them look like their former selves.

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IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME TO FEEL FEAR

Sung to the tune of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

It’s the most wonderful time to feel fear,

While the virus is jelling,

And everyone’s yelling that Zombies are here,

It’s the most wonderful time to feel fear.

There’ll be fresh brains for roasting,

Intestines for toasting,

And body parts out in the snow.

There’ll be Undead beheading

And Zombies a-spreading,

From viruses long, long ago.

It’s the most wonderful time to feel fear.

There’ll be no Zombies slowing,

And brains will be glowing,

When undead ones are near.

It’s the most wonderful time to feel fear!

WE WISH YOU AN UNDEAD CHRISTMAS

Sung to the tune of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”

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We wish you an undead Christmas;