I'll have an undead ChristmasWithout you.
I'll be so undead,
And not thinking about you.
Hanging lots of red brains
On a green Christmas tree,
Won't mean a thing
If you're not undead with me.
I'll have an undead Christmas,
That's certain.
And when that zombie bites me,
I'm hurtin'.
You'll be running all night,
From every zombie in sight,
And I'll have an undead,
Undead Christmas.
(Taken with permission from the pages of Michael P. Spradlin's It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies! A Book of Zombie Christmas Carols.)