A Day Before Christmas...

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story contains dark fantasy themes, supernatural elements, and emotional content that may not be suitable for all readers. It is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

The snow fell soft on the silent street,

Where twinkling lights and carols meet.

A boy named Eli, just turned ten,

Believed in Santa now and then.

His parents swore, “He’s on his way,

With gifts and joy for Christmas Day.”

They hung the stockings, trimmed the tree,

Wrapped every box with love and glee.

But Eli felt a strange unease,

A whisper riding winter’s breeze.

His dreams grew dark, his thoughts unclear,

As midnight crept and drew too near.

He heard a voice beneath the bed,

Not Santa’s laugh but dread instead.

It hissed and growled, “You’ve been deceived.

This world is false. You’ve been misled.”

A shadow crawled across the wall,

It didn’t blink, it didn’t stall.

It slithered close, then touched his skin,

And whispered, “Let the truth begin.”

Eli’s eyes turned black as coal,

A demon danced inside his soul.

But not with knives or blood or screams

It twisted love into cruel dreams.

He walked downstairs in silent trance,

His parents caught in festive dance.

They placed the gifts beneath the pine,

Unaware of fate’s design.

No violence came, no deadly blow,

Just silence deep as falling snow.

Their hearts grew still, their minds erased,

As Eli’s stare replaced their grace.

He didn’t kill he simply changed

The world they knew, the love arranged.

He spoke in tongues, the stars went dim,

The Earth obeyed the will of him.

The rooftops cracked, the oceans boiled,

The skies turned red, the moon was soiled.

Each human blinked then blinked no more,

Their souls now demons to the core.

No longer gifts, no longer cheer,

Just endless night and frozen fear.

The North Pole burned, the sleigh was gone,

The reindeer howled before the dawn.

Eli sat upon a throne

Of shattered toys and brittle bone.

He ruled the world with silent might,

A child lost to endless night.

But deep within his haunted chest,

A flicker stirred, a strange unrest.

He found a note beneath the tree,

Addressed to him from “Mom and Me.”

It read: “Dear Eli, if you wake,

And find the world begins to break,

Remember love, remember light,

Remember stars that shine at night.”

He clutched the note and shed a tear,

The demon paused, confused by fear.

For love, once buried, sparked anew,

And cracked the dark with something true.

The demons screamed, the sky turned white,

The boy began to win the fight.

He closed his eyes and made a vow:

“To fix the world somehow, somehow.”

The throne dissolved, the snow returned,

The trees grew green, the fires burned.

But not with rage with warmth instead,

The world revived, no longer dead.

Eli stood beneath the stars,

No longer bound by demon scars.

He whispered, “Santa, if you’re near,

I’ve learned the truth I see it clear.”

A sleigh appeared, not made of gold,

But wood and hope and stories told.

A voice rang out: “You’ve passed the test.

Now go and give the world your best.”

And so he flew across the skies,

With open heart and wiser eyes.

He gave not toys, but something more

A chance to heal, a world restored.

So if you wake on Christmas Eve,

And feel a chill you can’t believe,

Just light a candle, say his name

For Eli’s gift still burns its flame.

Not every tale ends wrapped in bows,

Some bloom from ashes, pain, and woes.

But love, once sparked, can still ignite

A world reborn in Christmas light.