st nicholas

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 on his clothes. it must be st nicholas.

he turns around to me, smiling. it must be st nicholas.

mommy's on the ground, neck broke.

sister's one the ground, chloroform to the face.

i look up at him. it must be st nicholas.

the red on his clothes was not their on purpose. blood.

a few more red spots were added to his clothes that christmas.

mine.