I once remember that wicked Christmas day,
by Kurt Kacich
I remember seeing the blood seep through the tree,
That morning I awoke to nightfall on that Christmas morning,
I look around and wondered if in fact it was a nightmare,
I stopped in my tracks and saw the mirror gazing at my dead faced stare,
The face I saw suddenly morphed into a clouded glare,
Never on a bloody Christmas day was I so scared.