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feet.
    Here the Zombies yell,
    We’re in undead hell.
    Smash their heads with a rock!

 
R UDOLPH, THE Z OMBIE R EINDEER
    Sung to the tune of “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer”
    He ate Dasher, then Dancer,
    Then Prancer and Vixen.
    He downed Comet and Cupid
    And Donner and Blitzen.
    Yes, he ate them all, the most
    Famous undead reindeer of all:
    Rudolph, the Zombie reindeer,
    Caught the virus through his nose.
    And if you ever saw him,
    You would even say he’s gross.
    All of the other reindeer
    Tried real hard to get away.
    But they didn’t count on Rudolph
    Eating them anyway.
    Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
    Santa came to say:
    “Rudolph, with your Zombie blight,
    Who’s gonna pull my sleigh tonight?”
    Rudolph instead just ate him,
    Munching Santa’s brain with glee,
    Rudolph, the Zombie reindeer,
    You changed Christmas history!

 

     
A LL I W ANT FOR C HRISTMAS I S TO B E A Z OMBIE
    Sung to the tune of “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth”
    Every body pauses and stares at me,
    I’m a pile of rotting flesh as you can see.
    It looks like a virus caused this catastrophe!
    But my one wish on Christmas Eve is to be a Zombie!
    All I’ll eat for Christmas
    Is your frontal lobe,
    Your frontal lobe,
    With my two front teeth!
    Gee, if I could only
    Eat your frontal lobe,
    Then more Zombies would spread around the globe.
    It seems so long since I’ve been undead;
    Sister Susie’s a rotting hag!
    Gosh oh gee, how happy I’d be,
    If only there were more brains to be had!
    All I want for Christmas
    Is to be a Zombie,
    To be a Zombie,
    To be a Zombie.
    Gee, if I could only
    Be a Christmas Zombie,
    Then I could eat you
    On Christmas Day!

 

     
Z OMBIE C LAUS I S C OMING TO T OWN
    Sung to the tune of “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”
    You better watch out,
    You better not cry,
    Better not shout,
    Or he’ll know where you hide—
    Zombie Claus is coming to town!
    He’s eating a wrist
    And chewing it twice;
    A little fresh brain with pepper is nice.
    Zombie Claus is coming to town!
    He eats you when you’re sleeping;
    He bites when you’re awake.
    He chews if you’ve been bad or good,
    So just hide for goodness’ sake!
    O, you better watch out,
    You better not cry,
    Better not shout,
    Or he’ll know where you hide.
    Zombie Claus is coming to town!
    Zombie Claus is coming to town!

About the Author and the Illustrator
    M ICHAEL P. S PRADLIN is the author of several children’s picture books, the novels and manga volumes in the Spy Goddess series, and the Youngest Templar novels. He lives in Michigan with his family.
    J EFF W EIGEL is an author, illustrator, and graphic designer who lives in Belleville, Illinois. He has been a frequent contributor to Image Comics’ Big Bang anthology, and is the author and illustrator of the children’s picture books Atomic Ace (He’s Just My Dad) , Atomic Ace and the Robot Rampage , and the forthcoming graphic novel Thunder from the Sea .
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A LSO BY M ICHAEL P. S PRADLIN
    S PY G ODDESS N OVELS
    Live and Let Shop
    To Hawaii, with Love
    S PY G ODDESS M ANGA
    The Chase for the Chalice
    The Quest for the Lance
    T HE Y OUNGEST T EMPLAR N OVELS
    Keeper of the Grail
    Trail of Fate
    P ICTURE B OOKS
    The Legend of Blue Jacket
    Texas Rangers: Legendary Lawmen
    Daniel Boone’s Great Escape

Credits
    Cover design by Milan Bozic
    Illustrations by Jeff Weigel

Copyright
    IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE ZOMBIES ! Copyright © 2009 by Michael P. Spradlin. Illustrations copyright © 2009 by Jeff Weigel. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage