A Toilet...Candy Cane Nail Clippers....and I. The compents of this lost world. I wouldn't say I'm upset, but i'm certainlly not filled with Christmas Cheer. November 23rd...Midnight...That is when everything went black. I find myself seeing only red and white, and it wasn't just my illution this time....it was fabric...soft, like a teddy bear. That soft touch was my last, as my body went numb from sudden fatiuge...dosed off in the soft pillow of insanity. Now I sit here, nearly 2 weeks, loosing a little bit more of my mind as I hear jingle bells, as if I was inside the bell myself. I wouldn't say I'm upset, but i'm certainlly not filled with Christmas Cheer....This presences of joy and humblness blinds the fact that I'm imprisioned. Why me?...I couldn't guess, but I could also say there wasn't a reason. I hear laughter, soothing my mind in the abyss that I reside in...I wouldn't say I'm upset, but i'm certainlly not filled with Christmas Cheer.....Saint Nick himself, the scent of his wisdom and age is around, like a retirment home....Comforting....When I will leave, I can't tell....After all, I am just a doll....I wasn't built as such...Now I stay here, wrapped like a mummy, and placed into this colorful tomb, where I lay, and maybe some day, sent through that colorful sleigh to be opened once again....I wouldn't say I'm upset, but i'm certainlly not filled with Christmas Cheer.....
