This book takes over two dozen of our most beloved Christmas carols and shreds them limb from limb, rewriting them from a zombie's point-of-view. Tiny tots' eyes are no longer aglow — they're in a bowl. And Mommy's not kissing Santa under the mistletoe — she's chewing his face. Nobody — not Rudolph, Old Saint Nick, or even those three Wise Guys who traveled afar — is spared when the undead come knocking.
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