Christmas Nightmare

Shortly after midnight on "Christmas night", I'm up in a dark creepy cold attic with only the glow from my phone. Searching not for presents, but toys from long past. I searched not for me and I searched not for you, but my nephew who's all of two. I tore through boxes and boxes stacked in neat rows, in hopes I would find my old GI Joes. But without warning and to my surprise, that son of a bitch phone dies, I'm now all alone and left without my eye's. FREAKING OUT about critters, about ghosts and about nails. Im even worried about whatever may be hiding in those small cracks as I quickly crawl my sorry ass back. I hoped I would hear no chitter no chatter, for I knew my heart couldn't take the pidder the patter. But as I escaped feeling less of a man, I realized back in that black hole I had dropped my wallet out of my hooded sweat shirt front pocket.....ah fuck it...