The fire burns so brightly.
you can read the paper on the tree.
leave trespassers will die.
the sounds of dogs barking loudly
covering the screams.
lights flashing on and off
no one lives in the house.
and there he was as I pictured him.
old gray hair, baggy close
walking towards me.
then he smiled no teeth no eyes.
there he hung from the tree
a scarecrow and the sign on his chest said boo
MERRY CHRISTMAS U ALL