December 19, 2019
The tree was hung up that very same night.
As everyone was filled with delight.
The parents smiled and the children played,
But little did they know that this was their very last day.
The children sat facing the well-lit tree.
At the same time a dark figure sat in the shadows
Watching the children sing and rhyme.
He lifted up the knife that was held in his hand,
And planted it in the children who bled and bled.
Blood go everywhere, it even soaked the beds.
It got on the one tree,
Which glowed and filled the children with such glee.
YOU ARE READING
December
RandomThis will be like my "November Writings book" where I get daily themes or challenges and write a short story based off of them. I hope you enjoy and if you like this but haven't read "November Writings" then go check that out too!
