The night was calm. Thick clouds blanketed the city. Blocking the stars. A harbinger of the shadow that would soon descend upon the populace. Spectators gathered and watched with trepidation.
The procession moved slowly through the streets. Gingerbread people cowered in fear.
And then he materialized out of the darkness. His evil countenance mesmerizing the crowd of onlookers. Consumed with terror, they could not look away.
Do not be deceived by his presence in your parade, Santa. His intentions are clearly sinister. There is no goodwill in his heart.
Remain vigilant.
The procession moved slowly through the streets. Gingerbread people cowered in fear.
And then he materialized out of the darkness. His evil countenance mesmerizing the crowd of onlookers. Consumed with terror, they could not look away.
Do not be deceived by his presence in your parade, Santa. His intentions are clearly sinister. There is no goodwill in his heart.
Remain vigilant.