Writing Prompt

**A Horror Story**

Snow fell like ash outside the cracked windows of the North Pole workshop. The elves hadn’t sung in years. The sleigh rusted in its stall. And deep beneath the workshop, in the frozen cellar, **Nicholas**—or what was left of him—sat staring into the candle's flicker.

They used to call him Santa Claus. Now they whispered other names.

"Papa?" The voice came from behind the door. T...

Snow falls

The tree is up

A beautiful time of the year

I hear a clatter on the roof

You know who that can be!

Everyone is sleeping

Oh no! He’s Here again

So close the lights

And hide

Let him think

We aren’t home

And that he is all alone

I hope he leaves fast

Cause this happened in the past!

The bad Santa is here

Oh boy!another year

Hide: The SILVERWARE !

Last year, he stole my elf o...

What children don’t realize

Is how scary Santa can be

He sneaks into your house

Late at night

Eats your food

And leaves

Well Santa has a darker side

One that’s vicious and full of greed

Leaving candy

Laced with rot

And it’s not your cat

Breaking the ornaments at night

But Santa

Giving you a fright

So beware

Next time you hear those sleigh bells ring

It’s not a sound a Christmas joy

But a warnin...

Santa isn’t who we think he is,

Santa is a bad man with a white beard.

He gives gifts and candy to children at night,

Behind parents backs, and runs when there’s a fight.

Santa isn’t who we think he is,

Santa is a dominant dressed in leather and cloth.

He carries a whip and denies bad children,

Like a sadist, he craves to punish them.

Santa isn’t who we think he is,

Santa is a stalker with OCD...

He’s deceitful, he’s cunning.

He’s always running.

The illusion of a giver.

But really a sinner.

Tip toeing and creeping away.

He’s the real definition of betray.

Coming in and eating your food.

He really is quite rude.

Stealing the joy that lingers in the air.

He takes it all and will never share.

He’s not the real deal, he’s an imposter.

Behind the red had, is a true monster....

He walked down the door

He was red and it wasn’t blood

Even good days were cold

He was warm, it wasn’t the cloak

She wore red and it wasn’t blood

Even bad days turned hot

He walked down the door

It was silent and on floor

She screamed but no one heard

Bad days ain’t about presents

My presents came from events

Say cheese, aim to the faces

Say cheese, ain’t for moments

My presents cam...

He’s wicked,

He’s nasty

He really is too cruel~

An old grumpy man

As short as a stool~

He’s ancient

He’s ugly

He’ll ruin your day

Take away everything you use to play~

His ‘elves’

Are is wicked friends

Just as short and ugly

They’ll leave your house looking funny

They suck the joy away

So beware on Christmas day..

Cuz’ the bad, bad santa clause~

May be coming you way~~...

Down through the snickets and moss covered walls,

bad Santa hungover stubs his toe and he falls,

He curses and damns the terraced old gate,

Though he gives not a fig if his presents are late,

For you see this old codger woke up in a mood

No cookies were left with his milk or some food

He does splits over ice and asks what’s the crack

Why should he risk all the nuts in his sack

For some snot cover...

It’s Christmas Eve

And time to sleep

So Santa can bring a toy

Children in bed

Fat man in red

But does he really bring joy

For presents are under the tree

Before Bad Santa comes and sees

And he takes these gifts carefully

And After Santa steals these presents piled

He poisons each and every child

He’ll be in prison for a while...

They says he gives toys when he takes. Breaking into the houses of innocent people stealing what they love and what they need, leaving nothing but coal and lost hopes.

He turns Christmas joy into Christmas despair.

As a sour feeling floods the air. Santa is coming, you can run and hide, but he always sees you.

He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when your awake, and with this he plots his...