Ravyn Vale - The Santa Creep

When you close your eyes, all your secrets come out,
they chatter and clatter and wiggle about.
I perch on your blankets, I lean in to see,
the strange little stories you hide from me.
Snow taps the window, the world cold and white,
but inside your mind, I have all of the night.

I watch you dream,
I give you nightmares,
make you scream.

Tiptoe above your bed,
peek at your dreaming head,
judging the things you keep,
doing the Santa creep.

I wander your hallway, I tiptoe and snoop,
I poke through your cupboards and slurp on your soup.
I leave crumbs on the counter, I smear up the door,
I track soot from my boots all across your clean floor.

I head to the kitchen for food.
Open your fridge
and do things you'd call rude.
I rummage for leftovers,
I sample your snacks,
I nibble and gobble,
then put nothing back.

I sift through your folded clothes,
stretch sleeves from my knees to my toes.
I try on whatever I choose —
your coats, your shirts, your winter shoes.

I watch you dream,
I give you nightmares,
make you scream.

Tiptoe above your bed,
peek at your dreaming head,
judging the things you keep,
doing the Santa creep.

Tiptoe above your bed,
peek at your dreaming head,
judging the things you keep,
doing the Santa creep.