Chapter71

#Chapter71

Christmas Special01

T'was the night before Christmas,

When all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring,

Not even a mouse.

Jamie had hung the stockings with care,

In hopes that Saint Nick would soon be there.

With Jamie asleep all nestled and snug in his bed,

Visions of Pandas danced in his head.

Stryker was sat —

/"Fuck!/" Stryker cursed, wincing as the volume of his shout splintered against the late-night air. His thumb gleamed red, a crimson slash beginning to weep, and all around him, presents lay at his feet.

With paper of red and green, they made the living room sparkle and gleam.

But though the Eve of the day, things were not all that they seemed.

With the quest for perfection leaving him nothing but stressed,

The holiday had turned out to be harder than he ever would have guessed.