Christmas Snow

Early on Christmas Morning, as the child slept in bed, he smelled the distinct scent of sweet gingerbread.

Twas the year 1910, and a blizzard had returned to the countryside of England once again.

As the snow fell outside the window, he awoke to the sight of the fires glow.

He saw something outside his window, that looked as if it was made of snow.

It twas the shadow of a snowman peeking. Then the boys bedroom door started creaking.

He looked at his door open wide. Then he saw a sight which made him terrified.

The snowman appeared in the doorway, and with a low sninister voice he asked, "wanna play?"

Beneath his black top-hat, his eyes glowed green. Then he muttered to the boy, "I'm gonna eat your spleen!"

As his long, twisted, twig-arms touched the boys head, the child saw his razor-sharp fangs and shook in bed.

Just as the creature was going to eat his spleen with one bite, the boy tore off its head, with all of his might.

Out of its snow-body poured white-slime, and it shrieked and vanished in no time.