Post by T.J. Barber on Dec 5, 2003 16:39:32 GMT -5
"Merry Christmas Indeed"
Darkness abounds the night .Everyone in the house is sleeping. The rich folk are snug in their beds, while candy and sugar plums dance in their heads.
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, except for...him!
The dark, hooded figure stood in the hall. In his hand he held his special Christmas present for everyone in the house. Quietly he steps through the door with his present held upright in both hands. It was then that the young lady woke with a stir. It was the same young lady who took his two weeks pay to buy her new coat hanging on the door. She reached over to pick up her glasses just in time to see the knife fall. Like warm butter it ripped through her flesh, up to her throat. She lay there lifeless as the sheets she lay on.
Then he turns and goes to the other door.
The rich man's two youngest children are sleeping calmly in their room, warm and snug. The rich man wakes to a scream of horror and then the sound of what seemed to be gargling. "Go to sleep" he shouted. He rolled over to his wife and snuggled into her back. He thinks about what expensive gifts he has for his children, never stopping to think of how he'd taken money from the children all around the county just to buy for his. Three of the rudest, most horrible, most selfish children known to anyone else in the county. As morning drew closer the two slept peacefully in their slumber. But, rudley, they are awakened by three small bounces on their bed. They look up to see the warm sun shining through their window. Thoughts of Chrismtas gifts raced through their minds as something rolls across the bed and touches the older mans back. He and his wife both roll together and scream out Merry Christmas....
Screams are heard all over the county. For their in their bed are the heads of their three children. Christmas bows atop thier foreheads and hanging tags on their ears proclaim Merry Christmas Indeed!!!!!
To this day laughter is heard in the old house as the demander of justice relives his horrific act every year.
Darkness abounds the night .Everyone in the house is sleeping. The rich folk are snug in their beds, while candy and sugar plums dance in their heads.
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, except for...him!
The dark, hooded figure stood in the hall. In his hand he held his special Christmas present for everyone in the house. Quietly he steps through the door with his present held upright in both hands. It was then that the young lady woke with a stir. It was the same young lady who took his two weeks pay to buy her new coat hanging on the door. She reached over to pick up her glasses just in time to see the knife fall. Like warm butter it ripped through her flesh, up to her throat. She lay there lifeless as the sheets she lay on.
Then he turns and goes to the other door.
The rich man's two youngest children are sleeping calmly in their room, warm and snug. The rich man wakes to a scream of horror and then the sound of what seemed to be gargling. "Go to sleep" he shouted. He rolled over to his wife and snuggled into her back. He thinks about what expensive gifts he has for his children, never stopping to think of how he'd taken money from the children all around the county just to buy for his. Three of the rudest, most horrible, most selfish children known to anyone else in the county. As morning drew closer the two slept peacefully in their slumber. But, rudley, they are awakened by three small bounces on their bed. They look up to see the warm sun shining through their window. Thoughts of Chrismtas gifts raced through their minds as something rolls across the bed and touches the older mans back. He and his wife both roll together and scream out Merry Christmas....
Screams are heard all over the county. For their in their bed are the heads of their three children. Christmas bows atop thier foreheads and hanging tags on their ears proclaim Merry Christmas Indeed!!!!!
To this day laughter is heard in the old house as the demander of justice relives his horrific act every year.
