Silent night holy night," the neighborhood kids stood outside my window with white crystal snow falling onto the ground.
"One thing I hated more than kids was Christmas."

"Silent Night," their voices got louder. I could tell their little teeth were clattering from the December cold.
"That's enough," I opened the door, displaying the most hateful look.
"Get off my property before I eat you for dinner," I smiled, hearing the foot racing in the snow.
I turned around to go back to my house.
"Ma'am," a little girl's voice shook.
I turned around, seeing her whole body shake with fear.
"Ma'am, Santa is in your house," she pointed at my house.
"Scram Brat," I picked up a rock and aimed...