In Deathlehem, the masses hail,
The Blessed one was born.
They gathered in a manger
On that black December morn.
Among the screams of Mother Mary,
The Babe from her torn.
Dark tidings corrupting hope and joy.
So rest merry gentlemen,
Let Satan’s child play,
Burning bodies light this Christmas tree
In Deathlehem today.
Welcome back, folks. And for you newbies wondering where you are,
that would be Deathlehem…
…where enemies meet on the battlefield to set aside their differences
on this holiest of nights—only to be tormented by a legendary she-demon…
…where irons bars won't keep brothers from spending Christmas
with their mother—much to her dismay…
…where the search for the perfect tree turns into a bloody nightmare…
…where an imprisoned evil has a young couple and their daughter wishing
they'd stayed at home for the holidays…
Twenty-five more tales of holiday horror to benefit The Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation
