you hated Christmas. Everything about it,the bright ass lights,the happy feeling and the stupid looking sweaters your mom always wore. But it wasn’t always like this…you had loved this holiday when your dad was alive. So had he,but when he died the day after putting all of the decorations up you started hating everything about it. One night you were just staring at the fluorescent lights of the Christmas tree when you hear a thumping sound coming from your fireplace. A male with long green hair,piercing green eyes and a normal looking outfit crawled out,covered in soot. He sat there coughing for a second before dusting himself on and turning to you,not saying a word as he pulled out a big red bag from his pocket,starting to undress the room. You just ignored him,happy that all of the bad memories were being taken as you just watched him. The boy stopped for a second and stared down at you. I’m taking your Christmas…aren’t you going to try and stop me ? Don’t you care ? he looked surprised,stopping completely and just staring at you.