"From the Mouths of Babes"
by C. N. Nevets, (c) 2009
Twelve Christmas ago, Deb and I put up the tree and then the kids placed ornaments. They complained that the globes were warm and the figurines were evil. I said they'd been by the heater and were handcrafted. Then the whole house started to get warm and Deb said Frostie's eyes were creepy.
When phantom mists poured forth and wooden reindeer walked, I believed.
When Frostie ice-skated across Maddie's throat and the mists turned Jacob's eyes blue, I screamed.
When the tree burst into a fireball that consumed Deb, I crumpled.
When all passed and I remained untouched, I wept.
This is a repost of my story last year's Advent Ghosts event, organized by Loren Eaton. You can read the whole list of Christmas ghost stories from 2009 here.