Out of my shed

Santas and snowmen peer out of my shed
they peek through the windows
when I'm in my bed

They dash into corners and hide behind trees
their menacing grins
bring me to my knees

They wait in the darkness for me to appear
they missed me this time
they will get me next year

Not festive and cheerful, but evil instead
twisted, distorted
I am out of my head

Not something to revel
but something to fear
they are all out to get me
that much is clear