Frosty the snowman was scarlet stained.
Stripes all across him and the surrounding snow.
Instead of the white Christmas everyone had been wishing for,
It was now a candy caned Christmas.
The smell of pine and turkey dinner ran through the streets.
But when you entered that small yellow house,
it smelled of something odd.
Something off.
In a season where many houses are filled with the joy,
of baby Jesus and his birth,
this house smelled of something different.
Something off.
What was that smell?
All the kids rushed to open their presents.
Wrapped in tissue and ribbons.
Big grand ribbons.
But there was one last gift that had been forgotten.
One last gift tucked far in the back.
The last thing opened was her.
Her red ribbon wrapped wrists.
Merry Christmas.