The Grinch Stole Christmas

I sit there in my rowboat, fascinated.
The Siren called Scrooge played a gentle tune.
Her merfin was red and silver, with long red hair and white arises.
Her melody was Satanic, I told my identical daughter only twelve months behind; this merman-- mermaid aimed to kill you.
Suddenly krills rose from her head, redish-green as she became a marbled statue. She was now against the boat with those piercing yellow eyes and began to dive under.
I could still hear her voice, though I was now safely on sure. Christ shouldn't come so early this year.