God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen...
Everything on the telly was ‘Christmas’ related, and the radio seemed to only play festive music about Santa Clause and Christ. It was starting to wear thin for the dark vampire, annoyed that Arsene had abandoned him for hunting, or some such like that.
The cold didn’t help his mood, people abandoning walking outdoors for the warmth of cabs and cars.
So he paced, he lounged against couch as he stared at the telly, watching pieces of ‘A White Christmas’. He counted ‘Grandma Got Ran Over by A Reindeer’ at least five times, and declared it the worst song in history. He was starting to remember why he hated the holidays…And he greatly wished that Arsene hadn’t left him alone.
The cold didn’t help his mood, people abandoning walking outdoors for the warmth of cabs and cars.
So he paced, he lounged against couch as he stared at the telly, watching pieces of ‘A White Christmas’. He counted ‘Grandma Got Ran Over by A Reindeer’ at least five times, and declared it the worst song in history. He was starting to remember why he hated the holidays…And he greatly wished that Arsene hadn’t left him alone.