I release a frosty sigh..steam rushes through my lungs..
As I witness the Christmas massacre..
Blood-stained snow..melting snow-men..
The silent carols of the dead tremble my entity..
Bodies stench of cinnamon..chocolate and snow..
Dying flames in the fireplace..burning Christmas trees..
The frozen night wind blows on my face..
Slaping me back to reality..

To my terror..I see you..among the carcasses..
Bathed in moonlight..
White as ever..cold as ever..my melting snowflake..
I remember our stolen lisses under the mistletoe..
How my icy fingertips turn to heat at your touch..
And I try to find sorrow in my heart..
But you would not feel bitter sadness..
If you never tasted the sweetness of joy..

I suddenly see a fat figure.. Wielding an axe..dressed in crimson red..
Surrounded with reindeer ghosts..feeding blood to his axe..
The damp darkness of the night shines his white beard..
So I run..as hard as my legs allow..
Leaving my snowflake behind..
Cold freezes my joints..devours my bones with its killing pain..
And I see a glimpse of a star..the day Christ was born..
I pray to God..to give me back my snowflake..
To bring back the flame to the broken fireplace..
Nothing answers..exept for the howling wind of December..
Gasping for air..I slip on the icy edge of the church floor..
Inside I see the joyful carols of Christmas..
Turn to screaming..blood..tears and snow..
I see the fat shadow approaching me..raising his blood-thirsty axe..
His beard smeared in the blood of my snowflake..
Tears turn to crystal in my sockets..
Heaven's light shines above..
Jingle bells..Jingle bells..
Screaming: ** ** **!
I died on a Christmas..with sticky blood-stained snow..