The elf sat on the shelf. Waiting. Observing. Dad was oblivious while Mom ignored the stupid decoration. The children uneasily crept past him in the living and dining rooms, even their bedrooms!

Good, bad. Whatever. Sitting among the gifts, the elf clutched the cold scalpel.

Christmas, so naughty and nice!

Retired and writing when not busy with retirement, Bob enjoys creating short fiction and poetry. Bob loves the spirit of the holidays but finds a particular decoration just too creepy.