The snow had been falling hard in Vermont
it was Christmas eve and eerily quiet
we had built five snow right by our hut

One of my friends said as he looked out of the window
that he could see something strange at the treeline
I said hey cool it man it's ****** Christmas time

I made some coffee for some and others eggnog
we sat there at the fireplace
telling scary stories at a vast pace

Then we heard something out of the ordinary
something was scratching on the hut roof
we looked at each other with fear and some looked aloof

I said, one of us has to go outside
who would like to have a spy
they all said nothing so it was up to me

I got up and went to the door
and tentatively at the hut door, I pawed
slowly I opened it and walked outside

Moving back facing the hut
I looked up and what did I see
it was father Christmas planting a Christmas tree

He was ****** as a ****
his raindeers were like a ******* art
blood was everywhere

He grinned and waved at me
with blood on his not soo white beard, he said
Happy ****** Christmas!


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris