Winter winds,
shatter through the
night.
White snow falls
gently,
coating the
ground.
We set up a fake
tree,
ornaments are
hung up.
Lights twinkling
from the branches,
paired with
Christmas tunes.
The first day of
winter break,
We rent scary
movies.
The paranoia
sets in,
making me feel
restless.
I imagine that
the killer
is coming for me,
I am sure of it.
I think I can
hear footsteps,
creaking slowly
up the stairs.
I step out of my
room,
the wind pounds
against the door.
The Christmas
lights glowing
from the
branches of the tree.
The tunes no
longer cheerful
they play
ominously
adding to my
fear.
The rest of winter
I spend
bundled by the
fire,
listening to the
crackling.
An old book in
hand,
the weathered
yellow pages,
crinkles
coarsely between my fingers.
The smell of the
fire,
singes my
nostrils.
The warmth
overwhelming,
comforting from
the cold.
The sweet taste
of hot cocoa,
lingers on the
tip of my tongue.
