Christmas Eve Night

Written by Chris Zeid

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They come out on Christmas Eve night. The evil ones feed on the living, but the good ones feed with them.

I sit within the dark thankfully possessing light from my Christmas tree. The tall seven-foot fir is a lovely sight. Several strands of lights shining a mix of color with years of handpicked ornaments and a special shining star. The tree has a wonderful sharp, yet sweet scent that I can’t help but inhale.

    Deep in those places of darkness outside my lit tree, they wait. But I stay within the light, holding on to my Christmas. Knowing if I stay, the good ones will protect me. Yet still I hear in the darkness them stir, growl, and wait. They want to feast upon me, holding patiently for their moment. I have no desire to allow it, but I hope I’m not too weak.

    In a moment of mistake, I lean back in my squeaky rocking chair and extend out my arms. My fingertips touch the darkness and I feel a small prick—their sharp teeth nipping at my skin. A bit of blood breaks open, and I wince. Understanding my error, I take extra care to stay out of the darkness.

    The good ones smile at me through the flashy ornaments that hang. They bring me joy, and I feel better. I keep my focus on them, do my best to hold it. They are my protectors and with them all will be well. With them, I’ll have a Merry Christmas.