youre running through the woods.
you look behind you to see if youve lost it.
YOU TRIP!
a hidden tree root or something, your ankle twists and you fall down hard.
you scramble forward on your hands and knees, blind in the dark. your hand reaches out and touches a foot.
you look up.
its christmas eve.
and you hear christmas coming, slow and steady, through the woods.
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