Nicholas’ Nightmare by C.E. Lashua

I liked my life the way it was before.
The serenity of a comfortable quiet.
The musky smell of old books.
The solitude of a peaceful library.
Before they came to shatter my world.
Elves that wanted to shove their merriment down my throat.
To replace my reality with their warped fantasy.
The isolation of a threatening silence.
The sickening sweetness of candy canes.
The loneliness of a fortified North Pole.
A Santa Clause that was anything but fat or jolly.
An elf that was more Naughty than Nice.
A Christmas Kingdom that wanted me gone.
Too bad for them.
I’m not so easy to get rid of.