Welcome to the Christmas Nightmare

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In the workshop of shadows, where secrets align,
Santa's dark side emerges, a tale so malign.
The elf on the shelf, with a mischievous grin,
Caught in the crossfire of yuletide sin.
His jolly facade, a twisted disguise,
Santa's red suit concealing malevolent eyes.
A jingle bell dagger, a sinister sleigh,
The workshop now tainted in crimson dismay.
Silent night shattered, as the elf met his fate,
Santa's laughter echoed, a chilling mandate.
No sugarplum dreams, just a ghastly tableau,
In the Stephen King spirit, where nightmares grow.