The Being that stole my Christmas.

The lights collapsed in front of my frosted window, their green and red beams pierced my eyelids. The reminince of the thump awoken me, I cradle my eyes in my numb hands. “Strange” I say in confusion. I get up and meander to the living room, I opened the door just as a scrawny leg disappeared from the attic door. Santa was my first recognition. More thought into it made me nervous, especially when I saw the naked tree in the corner. Angry, I reach for the attic door to see the Grinch’s silhouette before me, deeply engaged in celebration.