Wicked Santa and his dirty dirty ways

He lures the kids with the power of gifts

And his smile makes their gaze go his way

One night he chose to put himself in stockades

The kids all cried and battered at his chains

But they would soon see Santa for his dirty dirty ways

The Santa crooked his crooken finger at one boy who came to close

He said, “Little boy, little boy the chains are here, come th...

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer

Whose nose glowed to much alarm

Stood atop a hill

Making quiet a harm

His nose glew red

For blood is did host

But he was not one to bost

The naughty children

Slauhtered and slain

Their blood

only lain

atop of his nose

The otheres feared him

Scared of their fate

Yet they were not filled with hate

They avoided

Steered clear

Still were put in the back for all the hear

R...

“Better hide yer toes when you sleep.” My momma used to tell me, she used to tell me every night. That on Christmas Eve, once a year that unfortunate children were sacked from their homes. In the dead of night, A tainted evil old man. Who goes by the name Satan Claus. Will drag you by your toes. Laughing manically, as you screamed and flailed to your end. No matter if your naughty or… nice. Satan ...

Santa brings toys to all the good little girls and boys around the world, on Christmas Eve.

You know the song. Everyone does.

_He’s making a list, checking it twice, gonna find who’s naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town._

_He sees you when you’re sleeping, he sees when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!_

But what about the bad kids? Wha...

My heart races as I close the heavy, iron door. The sound echoes throughout the room and I hope with all my heart that the acoustic panels I spent thousands on worked. I sit softly on the floor and make sure to pat at the blanket. The panels, iron walls and dirt should block out all of the sound from anyone.

I slowly take a deep breathe, trying to make my heart steady, and sing the first line,...

James looked forward to every winter season. It was tradition for James to make snow angels, ride down the little hill in his backyard on a sled and build his annual Frosty the Snowman. Each year James changes his attire. When he was four it was your classic snowman with a bright orange carrot and pebble eyes. The following year James had joined the community football team. So James put his helmet...

[TW: Swearing]

The snow howls outside my room, as the wind pushes it along.

I sit, with my knees to my chest, trying to stay deadly still and quiet.

It is said Santa Claus used to come round the world and give children presents. People used to wish for a white Christmas to better add to the Christmas feeling. But that was when Mrs Claus was alive. Nowadays we hope for snow to better conceal our ...

Santa Claus reminded me of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. He could always find me, wherever I went—almost like he was waiting for me.

At every five-year interval at Christmas, I would get a doll. It was fun at first, till it wasn’t.

It was always the same doll: black hair, black empty unblinking eyes that stared at me, and a red hooded dress. It reminded me of litle red riding hood.

It c...

i hear the window creak. it must be st nicholas.

i hear heavy footsteps. it must be st nicholas.

i hear a muffled scream. did sister see st nicholas?

i hear a deep chuckle. it must be st nicholas.

i hear something hit the floor. presents for me.

i hear a crack and a crunch. it must be st nicholas eating our cookies.

i step out of bed. i shuffle down the hallway.

there i see him.

red blotches...

The wind, a ravenous beast starved on the desolate Yorkshire moors, gnawed at the chimneys and clawed at the windows of Ebenezer Scrooge's austere dwelling. It shrieked and moaned, a chorus of tormented souls echoing through the frozen night, mirroring the icy desolation within Scrooge's shriveled heart. Inside, the fire in the hearth fought a losing battle against the encroaching cold, its feeb...