User blog:1999bug/'Twas the night before Christmas ending by 1999bug

Replying to CoolShark's "'Twas the night before Christmas" blog.

This blog is not for the feint of heart.

I spun and I fell, twisting and turning, threatening to yell.

The portal it stopped and I stood shocked. I was still at home, just an hour past 'leven.

Snow hammered down on the roof with vigor, then I saw a man chug down some liquor.

I laughed and chuckled, as I spied the man. 'Twas Saint Nick, who wore a deep tan.

I thought to myself, but to no avail. My mind had gone blank as the sky downed sleet and hail.

Ol' Kringle, he laughed and set down his bag. He pulled out a trinket and stuffed it within my stocking with great care. He began to pull out a gift, with movements that were quick and swift. I must hurry, or I might miss my chance! I walked toward Nick with a quick little prance. Sugar Plums danced in my head, as I walked up to Santa who was so stiff, he almost seemed dead. He began to shiver, and he turned really quick, to give a gesture that made me feel sick.

"You're a sneaky little kid, are you not?" Nick said with a nod. He reached in his bag and pulled out a slender metal rod. "Children who see me never make it, my identity must be withheld"!

I looked at him through exhausted deep eyes, as he swung his rod and screamed "Die"! What was this in which was happening? I was about to run when Ol' Nicholas saw the flash of lights. His cheeks went green and he looked forward with a gleam in his eye.

I saw two figures run out, one with a gun in hand. My father, he was ready to shoot, when an elf fell down the chimney, all covered in soot.

The elf, he clicked a small button with such a tizzy. All of the sudden my parents fell to the ground, dizzy. Santa, he laughed, as he swung at me once more. He chuckled at me, as I neared the end, when suddenly, a savior came. My dog, she pounced, and knocked Nick over, as if he were only an ounce.

I saw the chaos, my dog would be well fed, as Santa and his elves lay on the ground, dead. The body of Nicholas, it disappeared. Must have been magic, as my dog dawned a red suit. She began to bark, which oddly sounded like a certain Ho Ho Ho. Oh, must all be a dream. I pinched myself, and felt nothing. It really was one, thank goodness.

I woke up, quite disappointed. My adrenaline pumped, and my dog was lost. Maybe it was real. I rushed to the tree, only to find a bone, some biscuits, and a toy that went squeak. Oh boy, I still hadn't got to talk to Santa. What a week...