Santa knows all the skeletons in your closet.
Your prompt is PAST
Soft light in the snow
I picked it up, and held it
I died in its light
He even knows them by name.
Santa knows all the skeletons in your closet.
Your prompt is PAST
Soft light in the snow
I picked it up, and held it
I died in its light
He even knows them by name.
Freckled fingers stretch
There, beneath the wreath hung door
Hinge pops, Dad is home
Aromas of baking
Ginger bread, spritzes, and pies
But grandma is dead!