Gradually tip toeing as i feel the Christmas air,
I stepped out there and I wouldn’t dare, it’s a cold dream with a nightmare.
School was delayed, and fire was fade,
But all I could see were the clouds were grey.
The hot chocolate was
hot
But the marshmallows were
not,
I look outside and see snow all over the lot,
I went by the tree, went on both knees, and then heard a
“boom”
And quickly rushed upstairs, I went up and saw nothing except the shadows followed behind me.
I went back to sleep
And waited till everyone was was up,
And felt that
Christmas feeling when the family put
Marshmallows in their cup.
Then just heard the wind howling.
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