Santa Claw's Wraith.

  Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house 

  Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

  The stocking was hung by the chimney with care

  In hopes that St. Nic soon would be there

  The Ghostbusters were nestled all snug in their beds

  While visions of chemistry equations danced in their heads

  When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter 

  Venkman sprang out of bed to see wat was the matter 

  Away to the window he flew like a flash

  Tore open the shutters and opened the sash 

   When to his wondering eyes should appear

  But a haunted sleigh, and a ghoulish skeletal reindeer

  With a ghostly old driver, so pale and deadly

  He new in a moment he had to get ready,

  More raped then eagles he turned from the lawn

  To wake his friends, but before he could his teddy was gone  

Santa Claw's Wraith is not the real Santa. Wat he does is far worse than you can imagen. He switches presents with what people most fear. A harry spider for Sam a cake shortage at the bakery for Bobby...