Not a Merry Christmas
It sits quietly for the first 10 months, Silently, planning to eat their souls. And in the 12th month, it comes out of its hiding, breaking its shell, like loud thunder, holds its bodies, puts its hand within, and tears apart a person.
It's been a chilly December but today, the sun shone to its brightest, making everyone leave their sweaters, there is a certain rustle in the wind and stillness on roads. It has begun. Today, Christmas came but not quite as December claimed its first victim.
May his soul rests in peace.
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