A Christmas With Lucifer

's poin

'm shy, and I'm always nervous. That's me for you;

my best friend are all exam

the ideal existence.

ng forward to ringing jingle bells wi

!" says the narra

d down t

we are not wealthy, we live happily

till sleepy wh

, dad," whispered

g, my childr

quired, "Mum, what are you g

Christmas, Good morning love," mum remarked as da

ll of my buddies. Christmas is going to

n't you consider my Christmas present? I'd like to pu

uldn't talk to your sister like that," which cau

atmosphere lively by talking about Christmas. Our passionate conv

K! K

knocked on our

ed shut as a group of imposing men dressed

leave my house. Do you have a

, can't you see they're

names?!! What are they doing in this pla

ined silent, stood tall with their hands solid besi

ed floor kept the room quiet until he eventually entered, dressed

terror because he had dark eyes th

this man that makes my father so afraid? A slew of unanswered questions

was the name of this man? Who is he? And why does he stare at me like

" Father

C.