The last two poems have been a little more comedic in nature than horrifying. I do remember stating I was all about horror-themed Christmas poems this month. I'm coming through on that promise with this one.
What if somebody (might be a kid or adult, you fill in the gap in your own private time) stumbled upon Santa's sack but there's no Santa in sight and naturally (at least, it appears so to him) this guy decides to keep this sack and explore the content, later. Unbeknownst to him, it's the Bad Santa's sack and he ain't really Santa but Pandora in disguise.
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Foreboding and seeming out-of-place for a strange Santa's sack.
The wind wailed in the trees like Banshees giving prophecy
His eyes roamed the vicinity for signs of Santa, searching intently.
Santa wasn't forthcoming.
He waited a while longer, turning it over in his mind,
"This stuff could come in handy, there can only be one of its kind."
He said to himself as he surveyed his find.
He decided he'd take it along, see who might come along
On the other hand, he might keep it as Santa's gift to him.
He figured he wasn't too old for gifts but he was wrong.
On the real, he should have turned the other way, let it be.
Death came on a midnight scream.
Pandora paid a visit to his town and made wreck of it.
A killer went on a shooting spree then, there was pandemic;
There was floods in the cities, suicides and suicide bombing.
It's Christmastime but rioting and violence take no vacations.
Had Anonymous known this he would have been less ambitious.
Secret Santa was wicked Santa who gifted guns n' roses
A plethora of perils 'till we learn in these silences
Danger comes not with sirens.
The wars, the fighting, the pain, had Anonymous time to think?
Would it have been different if he was content to eat and drink?
That what makes Christmas special are the things which make hearts sync?
Akpan
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