“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! How lovely are thy branches…” My kidnapper sang as he sliced off my brothers arm to add to the tree, as he cried out. My father had lost his legs and his arms, and my mother the same, though her head was the star. My father weeped as he looked at his wife. My arms and legs were complete, tho not for long.

“Not only green in summer’s heat, but also winter’s snow and sleet!” He grinned as he chopped off my brother last leg, adding it to the tree as he turned to me, my father breathing his last breaths as my brother hyperventilated. I screamed.

The Christmas tree was complete.

“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches!” The murderer smiled as he dusted off his hands, looking at the dismembered body parts as branches on the tree, and the head with a light stuffed in through the throat, ignoring the family he had brutally killed.