Zombies Don't Jingle: A FREE Living Dead Christmas Poem by Rusty Fischer

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Zombies Don’t Jingle

A Living Dead Christmas Poem

By Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry



Copyright © 2010 by Rusty Fischer

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events

portrayed in this novel are either products of the author‟s imagination or, if

real, are used fictitiously.

Cover credit: Ivan Bliznetsov



Zombies Don’t Jingle

We caroled on Elm Street

We caroled on Oak;

Yes, I‟d have to say

We were caroling folk!

We sang „til our voices

Were scratchy and sore;

Then swallowed a cough drop

And sang 10 songs more!

The snow felt so chilly

On our bright, singing faces;

As we shuffled around

In brightly lit spaces.



The houses were decked out

So merry and gay;

As we caroled and sang

All night and all day.

Our noses were frosty

As we rounded Pine Street;

Struggling to stand

On our achy, sore feet.

“One more then we‟re finished,”

Pastor Carol did boast.

“Then it‟s back to the rec hall

Where it‟s warm as fresh toast!”

We started to sing

That old Silent Night ;

When the door burst wide open

And gave us a fright!



Three zombies came stumbling

Out the Harrington‟s door;

Dripping our neighbor‟s blood

All over the floor.

Those zombies they saw us

And gave quite a start;

And the smell that came off them

Was worse than… a fart !

It reeked quite of death

Of rot and decay;

Not things one should smell

On a bright Christmas Day!

Their teeth were quite yellow

Their eyes were pure red;

And the gray of their skin



Made it clear they were… undead .

I wanted to bolt

I wanted to run;

But the zombies were hungry

For some holiday fun.

I turned to find seven

Shuffling up to my back;

And six more stumbled over

To wage their attack.

Our church group was surrounded

Our future quite grim;

Until I croaked out a suggestion

To good Pastor Jim.

“The end is quite certain,”

I said with a frown;



“But I‟d like one more carol

Before we go down!”

The zombies were inching

Getting ready for a fight;

When our voices sang steady

Of that first… Silent Night .

We sang to the rooftops

We sang to the rafter;

Not caring a whit

For what might happen… after.

I waited each minute

For a crunch or a bite;

For the gnawing to start

On this non-Silent night.

But the zombies stood still



And drooled on their feet;

As our singing and caroling

To them was... quite sweet.

The song it did end

And the zombies all clapped;

Sue Briggs tried to run –

In no time she was trapped.

Before we could sing

Before we could try;

They ripped her to pieces

And sucked her bones dry.

We all stood there trembling

As they wallowed in gore;

Until I haltingly suggested

That we best sing… one more!



With each Christmas carol

The zombies they sighed;

But each time we stopped

The next caroler died!

We sang and we sang

That long Christmas day;

Until the last zombie

Just… drifted away.

“We still have three songs left,”

The last caroler said.

Then I looked all around

To find my friends… dead.

The street was quite empty

The town deadly still;

I stepped on a finger

It gave me a chill!



I wandered for hours

Until it was night;

And found no survivors

Nope, not one in sight.

On the far edge of town

I heard quite a grumbling;

Like the groaning and retching

Of a hundred stomachs rumbling.

I still had my elf cap

Fixed tight to my head;

As I approached the zombie gathering

With fear and with dread.

They stood there and waited

Gore stuck in their teeth;

As I crept up toward them



As neat as a thief.

I stood there before them

And sang Oh, Christmas Tree;

Though each inch of my body

Wanted to flee.

They smiled and shuffled

They burped and passed gas;

But no mattered how hard I tried

They would not let me pass.

I settled in and gave them

The show of the year;

Grinning and smiling

In spite of my fear.

Their bellies were hungry

But the carols were soothing;



Even if my neighbors‟ bones

They were chomping and toothing.

I wasn‟t afraid

Oh no sir, not me;

I sang without falter

I sang loud… with glee.

I knew I‟d be safe

From this living dead throng;

At least until I came

To the very last song…



About the Author:

Rusty Fischer

Rusty Fischer is a professional freelance writer who lives in sunny

Florida with his beautiful wife, Martha. They enjoy riding bikes, long,

leisurely walks on the beach, romantic dinners and zombie movies; lots and

lots of zombie movies! (Well, Rusty does, anyway!)

Rusty‟s new book, Zombies Don’t Cry, will be available from

Medallion Press in May of 2011. In the meantime, check out

www.medallionpress.com/blurbs/zombie_cry.html for updates and blurbs

as the publication date nears.

http://www.medallionpress.com/blurbs/zombie_cry.html



Zombies Don't Jingle: A FREE Living Dead Christmas Poem by Rusty Fischer

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