Don't Eat the Red Snow

Holiday tradition, whether it's decorating a tree altogether, singing carols by the fire at night, or visiting family, we all have one. This family's tradition is like the movie "Christmas Vacation" they go out of their way to find the perfect family tree and cut it down and take it home with them and decorate it.

But what if that tree is on an Ancient Indian Burial Ground? The ground it stands on rumored to be cursed with the presence of Wendigo? Well, let's just say some tradition is never broken.

No matter what the cost.

(Author's note: This is a purposely campy-ish take on the #holidayhorror challenge on Wattpad Fright. You will notice the all time cliche of "Ancient Indian Burial Ground" is vibrant in this story, and it is purposely so. So, enjoy and let me know what you thought in the comments! Don't forget to vote, also. - JM)