Genre: Mystery (of sorts)
It was the eve of Christmas Eve…..
She lay in bed trying to sleep tossing and turning, but sleep was playing hide and seek with her. In hindsight, watching a movie called The Nightmare before Christmas had probably not been the wisest of ideas and drinking a cup of coffee while doing so, had not helped matters. The eve of Christmas and the only movie on the box that had not been a feel good Christmas movie was a horror flick so she had watched it, though most of it had been viewed from behind a pillow.
She had stopped believing in Santa when she was six when she caught him at the mall drinking a nip of whiskey from a hip flask while crouched behind the Christmas tree. He took a sip, then put back his beard back and winked at her. Santa was a creepy man with a fake beard simply posing for photos and giving gifts. She ran all the way home.
The Christmas Spirit might as well as have been the shot of whiskey she had poured into her coffee hoping it would help her fall asleep. Sleep was being evasive; she could not get her mind to shut down and the neighbour’s Christmas lights seemed to flash directly into her room, right through the flimsy drapes playing rainbow shadows all across the room. It made the room seem like a set of a horror movie. She imagined there was something beneath her bed waiting to grab her ankle as soon as she fell asleep, so she securely tucked her legs beneath the blankets nice and safe. The Thing from under the bed could not get you if you were tucked in, everyone knew that.
She thought she heard a creaking sound, the Boogeyman from the closet was coming for her. She covered her head with the blankets, the boogeyman did not get you if you hid beneath a fortress of warm blankets, everyone knew that the boogeyman was not very bright. She giggled.
From beneath the blankets she heard nothing but silence it was eerie there was only silence even the neighbour’s annoying dog was not barking maybe the boogeyman was out there somewhere. She was just about to peek out when she definitely heard and felt a boot scrape on the bedpost.
The blankets were pulled away from her and a huge hand clamped around her mouth before she could scream. A portly figure in a red outfit loomed over her briefly and then something was wrapped around her, then there was darkness as she was shoved into a bag or something.
It was not totally dark in the bag there were glittering lights, Christmas lights, and by their light she could see it was surprisingly roomy, there were gift wrapped boxes that looked suspiciously like presents. Looking down she noticed that she was also covered in a sparkly gift wrap with a bow around her waist.
Suddenly she remembered, the last thing he had said to her, when she asked what she could get him for Christmas….
”All I want for Christmas is you…..”
~The End
I think it’s a pretty lil mystery, for my #blogbattle entry theme GIFT stay festive ^_^
~B
Becoming The Muse 
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