Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32764586-20171214221911

A fire faintly lit the room in a fluorescent glow, giving it a homely feel. The warmth spread to every corner of the room, and in the edge of the room to the right stood the Christmas tree. Its dazzling beauty brought awe to the man who stood in the center of the living room. He was a tall man and fat at that. He was dressed in a heavy red jacket lined with white fur. His eyes sparkled as he witnessed the lights wrapped around the tree reflecting off of the ornaments hanging on its green branches. The large man sniffed the air from the surrounding room. The smell of pine entered his nose, causing his lips to curve into a smile. He slowly stepped over to the fireplace, the fire burning as bright as ever. Above it hung velvet stockings with silver lining laced into the fabric to spell the words Mom, Dad, and Sarah. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a brown bag. With a swift motion, he pulled three candy canes out of the bag and gently placed them into the stockings with care. With this, he moved into the kitchen.

He entered the kitchen and trudged to the counter. There sat a glass of milk and plate of freshly baked chocolate cookies stacked on top of each other. Pleased, the man reached for the glass and gulped it down. He rubbed the milk mustache he had recently acquired off of his face with his arm and allowed his gaze to return to the cookies. He ogled them for a few seconds, hunger in his eyes. Soon after, he grabbed a cookie and entered it into his mouth, munching the small chunks between his teeth which were as white as snow. The crumbs fell from his mouth and into his scraggly beard as the jolly fellow continued on to the base of the stairwell. He reached his hands out to guide himself upwards until he stumbled upon the second level of the house.

Paper cut-outs of snowflakes hung in the long corridor. The moonlight shone through the windows of the hall which gave an eerie glow. The man took a step forward which caused the wooden floor to gently creak, halting his advance. His eyes darted around the house, not daring to move a muscle. Dust bunnies floated through the air and silence became ever-present to the point where one could hear a single pin drop. The man held his breath and then gently released it, carefully taking another step forward. With each creak, he stopped in fear of exposure. However, nobody seemed to hear the unannounced visitor. Before long the man arrived at a wooden door near the end of the hall. He gripped the brass handle, its surface frozen. He twisted the knob and opened the room, leaving the door ajar. Two figures in a bed were laying down in a bed, their specific details concealed by the shadows of the room. The man walked to the side of the bed and lifted a picture that sat on the dresser. The photo contained a family. A man, a woman, and a small girl. The man smiled for a second before setting the frame down.

From the large frame of the two figures under the cover, the man presumed they were the parents in the photograph. A smile was etched on his face as he unveiled a knife from his pocket. Its metal surface gleamed in the moonlight, and with excellent precision, he brought the blade down upon the figure closest to him. He drove it through the neck area as to make sure no noise would be heard. However, the force behind his thrust was enough to shake the mattress and awake the other figure from their Christmas slumber. In a split second, the large man grabbed a pillow from under the head of his previous victim and pinned it against the face of the other. He repeatedly stabbed his knife into the pillow, the blade slamming down onto the thrashing figure until they were still.

Once the deed was done, the man pulled the covers over the two corpses and retreated to the window at the back of the room. The silky white snow gently fell to the ground in a peaceful manner. The night sky sparkled with the twinkling stars, and the man's eyes twinkled aswell. He exited the room and took a deep sigh, unhappy his night of wonder would soon be over. It was when he was about to turn around and leave, however, that he spotted yet another door at the very end of the hall. The man crept up to the door with silent footsteps, yielding a knife in his hand. Opening the door, he found himself in a slightly lit room thanks to a small night light plugged into a wall. Pink snowflakes emitted from the light danced about on the blue ceiling in a soothing pattern. In the very corner of the room was a small bed in the shape of a car. The man approached the bed and readied the knife in a striking pose. He gently lifted the covers to reveal the body underneath them. And there, comfortably resting in bed, was the little girl from the picture frame.

The man smirked and lowered his weapon into his pocket. He stooped down to the girls level and watched her sleep. His lips practically touched his ears and he leaned over her and sniffed her delicate blond hair. The girl grunted in her sleep, not seeming to notice the presence in her room. The man licked his thumb, covering it in moist salvia. He gently cooed as he rubbed the girl's cheek ever so slightly as not to awake her. For several minutes the man couldn't help but watch her until he eventually pressed his dirty, crusty lips against her forehead for a few seconds. He then spoke ever so gently inter her ear, his voice raspy and queer.

"Have a Merry Christmas little girl. May all your wishes come true"

With that, the jolly fat man exited the room and snuck back to the living room, where the tree still stood in all its glimmering glory. He had left a large red sack on the couch earlier on, and he went to it. He brought the bag to the tree and opened the sack, withdrawing presents, toys, and all sorts of candies. After proceeding to set several presents under the tree, the man exited the cozy home. Now in the crisp winter air, he looked back upon the house. He smirked slightly, relishing the night. He had delivered the joy of Christmas to a family which needed it, and for that he was proud. He walked away, his large footprints covered soon after by the fresh snowflakes which gently fell to the ground.

The sun rose over the horizon, its bright orange glow cleansing the land of its darkness and revealing the shimmering snow spread across the plains. A little girl woke from her slumber and hopped out of bed. She let out a quick yawn before hustling to her parent's bedroom. Her face was bright and full of energy as she rushed into the room and by her parent's bed. She eagerly poked at their bodies cheerfully, her bright white smile wider than ever now. To her dismay, her parents didn't wake up. They hardly even showed any signs of motion at all. Again she tried to wake them up but to no avail. She frowned a bit at this, but not for long. A mischevious expression covered her face as she realized that her parents were still asleep. She knew that they wouldn't want her to open the presents without them there to see her, but she also didn't feel like waiting for them to get up and drag themselves to the tree with her either.

She left the room and began skipping down the hall. She reached the end of the hall and quickly made her way down the stairs humming a cheery melody along with the few remaining birds that stuck around for winter. Snow covered the landscape in a brilliant array of white wonder, and there were already kids outside building snowmen. The girl sprinted towards the tree with remarkable speed, intent on finding out what Santa had brought her. And she shrieked with joy to find stockings stuffed with candy and presents lying under the tree.

All of those gifts were all for her. It was the perfect Christmas day. 