We all come together, to sing a great song,
With mama shouting C'mon gather all!
With frosty the snowman glaring back at me,
I realized that not every Christmas has glee.
They unwrap there presents; not expects as much
That they would receive. What have they done to earn such?
My brain shouting, my heart in a roar I've ran out the room, which lead me to the creeping kitchen drawer...
In a month, there bodies were found. But here I am.
Still creeping around.