Writing Prompt: “I Woke Up and My Hands Were Claws”

Jan - 04 2018 | By

I always loved red paired with snowy white. There is something so… soothing… about the furry fabric against my skin, the majestic beard laughing on a belly merry from angel-shaped cookies and pumpkin cheesecake. I’ve always loved opening my stockings and sitting on the lap of whatever 15-year-old junior firefighter is dressed up for the toy drive this particular year.

Something is slightly less soothing when you rub your face and your hand feels like velvet and soft flowing beard and sounds like jolly “Ho-Ho-Ho’s…”

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