Tree
So proudly it sat, intruding his home, he glared once again at the infuriatingly sparkly, shiny, spiky, green abomination.
Holly
He watched in satisfaction as the small bundles of scarlett red berries and dreadful spiked leaves floated away in the caves surrounding water.
Candles
Red, Gold, Silver, Blue and so many colours it made his eyes hurt, still he had to wonder when she managed to do this.
Sprouts
Now he felt he could live with the change of meat, but these tiny cabbages really were grotesque.
Tinsel
Shiny, glittery, shiny, glittery, shiny, glittery, it's everywhere, reflected on the floor, draped across the ceiling, on the walls, why is she doing this to his home?
Gift
A replacement for his most prized posession, so similar to his lost one, a music box with a monkey sat atop wearing persian robes, with cymbals clutched tightly in each hand clunking along to the tune Masquerade, the only good thing that came from all these infernal changes.
My christmas story for this year. First Phantom of the Opera story ever. Before any of you review to complain about my awful sense of humor, I apologise. Anyway I hope you all liked it, and Merry Christmas x
