Laying in bed stairing longingly at the cream celling bells ringing with a familer tune footsteps on the roof and…… BANG hello who is there? I was soon in golfed in red velvet and cute bows wrapped around large gifts as I turned around the it changed shape that one gracefull present changed into black and white rats they were flooding the sack with a gust of wind blowing straight though the flimsy velvet unsure and worried terrorfyed and suspicios I wonderd around the vast sack searching for clues is it just me in this sack?am i alone or not?

As I turned around it changed shape the evil Christmas tree through all baubles of the tree landing all over the huge  liven room i ducked down in fear thinking what is he going to do next what is happening? The tree seemed to be approaching me taking a minuscule step each time the decrepid floor boards creaked with sadness and sorrow abandenment and age I was afraid what was the Christmas tree doing? the youthful tree that i had cheerfully decorated was now trying to though baubles at me was this a dream? why is it doing this to me?