In the corner.
Hiding beneath the Christmas tree.
Piles of presents awaiting unwrapping.
The children excited as firecrackers.
Sparking and dancing, buzzing like crazy.
Hidden there something was keeping warm.
Lovely and safe.
Away from harm.

Getting hungry and looking for flies.
His web was destroyed by she who despised mess.
Out crept the arachnid.
A delicate being.

All was great.
Until he was noticed.

The children all jumped up and down.
Freaking out at the sight of the beast.
Poor little spider.

To and fro they ran.
All over the place.

Jenny and Joe.
Just look at them go.

They ran round the room like a gang of buffoons.
The tree apt for the time of yule.

Hit the deck.
Silly fools.

Wrecked the presents.
Smashed the lights.

Terrified spider wished he'd stayed out of sight.
The journal of fools smashed round his ears.

The children sobbed.
All cried out their tears for fears.

That innocent spider curled up squashed on the deck.
Christmas was wrecked.
All because of one innocent spider.
(C) Livvi