Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Naughty Ghost

Twas the night before Xmas, I

Am waiting for Santa Claus to

Come to my haunt, the jolly guy.

Hanged myself and now a ghost, true!

Real naughty one before I died,

So Santa will probably give

Me a coal lump, so I decide

That Santa should no longer live.

In the chimney is gasoline,

I hear his famous, "Ho, Ho, Ho,"

And so I do fire up the scene,

And then hear Santa gasp, "Oh, No."

Santa yells, "You're a naughty ghost,"

As his chestnuts on fire do roast.