Sorting through new books recently, I came across "The Zombie Night Before Christmas," a retelling of Clement C. Moore's classic. No stockings hung by the chimney -- just undead legs. The perfect gift, I guess, if you're trying to scare the crap out of your kids.
The next day, the Observer reported on a new version of everyone's favorite beginning reader: "Dick and Jane and Vampires."
These books, as you probably know, follow a slew of retold classics in which vampires, zombies and other assorted beasties have been inserted -- "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter," "Jane Slayre," "Little Vampire Women," "Android Karenina," "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies."
You get the picture. In fact, by now, I think we all get the picture: Let's take what originally may have been a clever idea and beat it death, hoping to extract every last dime.