He sees you when you’re sleeping. You say that in a song.
I’d think you’d take the hint by now. It shouldn’t take this long.
You’re not going to catch him. You don’t know where to start.
You think you can, but you don’t know the secret to his art.
He’ll dodge a fire roaring. He’ll see the traps you make.
He’ll swap your poisoned Christmas treats with ones your kids might bake.
And then he’ll drag you from your bed and put you in his sack.
He’ll take you to his workshop. You’re never coming back.
Good night now.
This bit of silliness is a 100-word story for Loren Eaton’s Advent Ghost Story fest. Click that link for more and better tales by other writers.
Photo: “Cookies” by Katrin Gilger is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.
This is really well done. I enjoyed the flow of the rhyme. It makes a lot of sense too.
Now there’s some fairly classic Nicholasiana – thanks!
Poetry and horror! I love it! Really well done, Phil.
Quite delightful, Phil!
I like it! It has a jaunty little rhythm and I like the ending for sure!
Well, someone is on the naughty list for sure!
Fantastic! Very well done and clever with a capital C.