The Dancing Demon
Danny the demon sat alone
At his post one hellish day.
The flames curled round his naked feet
As doomed souls cried out in dismay.
He turned to his friend who stood next to him
And asked a simple thing.
“Why do we demons not celebrate Christmas,
Unlike the mortals who now laugh and sing?”
His comrade said, “I’ll tell you why,
I understand your confusion.
You are new and I can see
That you don’t understand Christmas is an illusion.
On the outside it looks sweet,
With its bells and snow.
But what it truly is
Is a celebration of our foe.”
Danny asked, “Who is our foe
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