Christmas Spirit

The ground was covered with blankets of white,
underneath it the evidence of what went on the past night.
While the children hung their stockings with care,
someone was watching, not a soul was aware.
They screamed so loud but no one could hear.
On the brink of insanity, humbled by fear.
Later the sky churned shades of gray,
as his victims slept soundly, in the cold ground they lay.
Their skin turned ghastly, their lips frozen blue,
the man got away with it, nobody knew.