I want you to copy and paste this into the response and add to it. Lets see where this goes. Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even the zombie mouse; The grenades were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that dog zombies soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their fart sacks, While visions of dead zombies danced in their racks; And mamma in her 'red dress, and I in my helmet, Had just settled down for a long zombie look out, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my position to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. Then Locked and loaded in a dash.