What if Santa became someone to fear?
The joy of Christmas has a different meaning now. The streets are no longer lit by the twinkling lights strung upon the neighbor's houses. There dim and void of magic and whimsy. Long gone are the days of the sweet smell of baked goods and pine needles that fill the cozy homes. They've been replaced by fear and dread. No one remembers how it happened or why. Maybe we've been greedy. Maybe we've lost our way. What we do know is believing in him means grief. So we ignore the screams and we hold back our tears. Waiting for next year to see who we'll lose when the Man in Red comes back to town.
Because creating a world is easier then living in one.