Said the little child to his mother dear,
do you hear what I hear
Shrieking through the night, father dear,
And do you see what I see
A cry, a scream, blood coloring the snow
And a laugh as evil as sin
And a laugh as evil as sin
Well, folks, looks like we're back in Deathlehem, where…
…Santa's gift turns a mindless horde of bargain-hungry shoppers
into…well… a horde of hungry shoppers…
…defective toys aren't just dangerous; they're deadly…
…holiday ornaments prove to be absolutely captivating—permanently…
…those ugly Christmas sweaters are to die for…
Twenty-five more tales of holiday horror to benefit
The Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation
