Jimmy tossed under the thick sheets on his bed and moaned in his sleep.
The full moon leered down at him from the dark, misty sky, except it wasn’t really a moon, it was a skull. Bleached white and grinning down at him, a perverse blemish in the void above. The fresh snow glowed a dull silver under the moon/skull’s reflected light.
It sang to him.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listnin.’
In the lane, snow is glisnin,’
A wonderful sight, I’m happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
“Go away,” Jimmy screamed at it. “You’re not real so just shut up and go away!”
Instead the skull’s gleaming white jaw dropped open wider. A blizzard of snow and wind rushed from between its parted teeth, spread across the sky, and rained down on him.
Come children, to the frozen delight of Old Man
