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I'm Dreaming Of A Black Christmas

As I rifle around in the sack, the north wind brings snow in through the open window. I chuck wrapped boxes out of my only exit at random. But it seems impossible to deplete the supply. The room is plastered in tinsel and lights, a fire burns bright in the corner. I am a shadow, clad in black, my dark hair matching in contrast to the festive setting. The obnoxious model of St Nicholas smiles at me from the corner. I begin to drop lumps of coal in the absence of the gifts.
They call me The Dreaded Present Snatcher...

by Bonnie Moncur (12)
Danesfield CE School, Taunton


Competition - Once Upon a Time

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