The Fright Before Christmas by Shaun Allan

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'Twas the night before Christmas 

And all through the house 

Little things stirred 

No bigger than a mouse 


 They slip between shadows 

Remaining unseen 

Apart from their eyes 

A sickly sliver of green 


 From the crack in the curtain 

Or under the chair 

There's a whisper of movement 

You're not sure's even there 


 A flicker that tickles 

The corner of your eye 

That you just can't quite itch

No matter how you try 


They're sneaky 

They're silent 

They lie there in wait 

Biding their time 

Until it gets late 


 The children are sleeping 

Curled up in their beds 

Whilst little things stare 

Hungrily at their heads




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