The Holiday

December twenty fifth is usually associated with joy, happiness, laughter, basically everything that makes you cry tears of joy. When your Christmas arrives, you'd probably wake up and run to your parents shouting, "Santa came! Santa was here!" And then you go to open the gifts under the Christmas tree. It usually a good for everyone. It's supposed to be one of the most favored days of the year. But then they came. An entire army of them. They ravaged through the entire world, murdering people into the billions. They tortured millions more just for fun. They'll take you and set you into devices that'll slowly rip you apart. And they laugh at such violence like its the Comedy Central Roast. Freedom and happiness are things you would have had, but now, just consider them a memory. Or a lost cause. But some of us haven't given up. Some of us want to fight back. By some, I mean me, Alexander Ghresheild.