poema navideño inacabado off-season

Gather around the fire my dears
And be sure to open up your ears
For you're going to hear a little Christmas tale
That'll teach you about a danger that's everywhere

You all must know the one you're listening to,
Don't be scared for nothing to you he can do,
Doesn't find himself among the living anymore,
Being he now what's known as a Satan's whore.

When I died, two months ago,
There was never such a woe
For there's really no fun
In ending your life with a gun.

Before I had the time to even blink
I found myself before an enormous gate
So I started to feel quite desolate
"Is this Heaven or Hell" I did think

Wasn't sure if I should knock
When it opened with a loud creak
I realized it was made out of rock
My knees started to feel weak

Expecting a big red scary figure
It still wasn't the exact creature
I though would recieve me

...
Old Santa Claus himself recieved me for my final guidance

little
evil-looking figures came out of the shadows.
...