the artic winds blew cold
on christmas eve in hell,
as little Bjorn lay dreaming
of what santa had for him.

out in the artic wasteland
not that far from hell
lay another who was dreaming
of joys he would never have.

but he could and
he would have
little Bjorn away
on this christmas eve in hell.

for he was the
devils gingerbread man
and he lived right here in
hell.