The Very Scary Present
by Dawn DeBraal
The gift came on Christmas Day,
From a guy in a high-flying sleigh.
I knew it was nothing good,
For this is a tough neighborhood.
I shook the box up and down,
Hearing the noise made me frown.
Not wanting them in my house,
I tucked the box inside my blouse.
Walking to the town square,
Thinking I’d open it there.
To what, my amazing eyes?
Elves that were elves, in disguise.
I opened the gift, just a crack,
Thousands were squished in the pack.
All of them extremely mad,
This was so very bad.
Setting the box down, I ran.
Turning around just to pan.
They ate everything in sight,
No one put up a fight.
Chomping all Christmas cards,
Ravaging reindeer in yards,
Strewn wrapping paper lay,
A manger scene robbed of its hay.
When out of the east came a cloud,
Hell’s Angels rode in very proud.
They sent those elves on strike
To the North Pole, “Take a hike.”
Such a battle as I’ve never heard,
The wrath of the bikers incurred.
Little elf bodies lay strewn,
The center of town lay in ruin.
Everything in disarray,
These creatures had ruined Christmas Day.
I woke with a jolt and a scream,
I guess it was only a dream.
My mother called from the rung,
“Come down and see what he’s brung.”
And under the tree, what a sight
That very same box, what a fright.
I saved that present until last.
Waiting for fear as it passed.
Trembling hands open lid,
Inside the box my hand slid.
Thinking I’m giving my soul
I brought out a lump of coal.
Suddenly laughter from Larry.
Brothers can be just as scary.
Dawn DeBraal lives in rural Wisconsin with her husband Red, a slightly overweight rat terrier, and a cat. She has discovered that her love of telling a good story can be written. She has published over 200 stories in many online magazines and anthologies. She was also Falling Star Magazine’s 2019 Pushcart Nominee.