A Christmas monster under my bed!

by

Shaina Langley

Every night I go to bed. I brush my teeth and lay down my head. On my pillow I gently slumber, unafraid of the things that go BUMP!

     What was that? A noise sounded. Did you hear it? I’m pretty sure that there’s something under my bed.

     I wonder…

Is it big? Is it scary? Is it slimy? Is it hairy?

I promise I’m not afraid of the dark, but maybe, could it be a shark?

Oh no! I see an arm. It’s white and fluffy sound the alarm!

It’s making such a ruckus, what shall I do?

     Should I holler? 

     Should I cry?

    Should I kick it with a shoe?

I’m shaking in fright as I see a tuft

     of snowy white. My, oh my what a sight!

Its eyes are next. They’re big and brown.

But on his face instead of a frown.

 A smile is placed!

What am I coming down

     with a cold or a flu or a bit of a fever?

This monster’s not ugly. He’s as cute as a beaver!

He’s a big white ball of fluff, and funnily enough.

     Around his neck hangs a crazy tie.

It’s red and green with tassels at the ends.

He jumps out and says “AHA! Are you Adrian?”

I nod my head yes, too confused to say anything.

     I don’t know how to address this monster with tie red and green.

But the monster simply smiles and says, “Well that’s just grand! My name is Frostbite and I’m from Christmasland. Santa has tasked me with spreading Christmas cheer. As you well know, he’s pretty busy this time of year!"

“I’m Santa’s number one Monster in Charge.” He says as he holds up a badge with #1 letters

     LARGE.

“Usually you children are all fast asleep and I sprinkle you with snowflakes softer than a baby sheep. Then back under the bed I crawl, and onto the next house I go spreading joy to all.”

“But you Adrian, why you’re still awake! And, oh goodness, I’ve given you the shakes.”

“How can I make your Christmas filled with glee? Would you enjoy a bike, or toys, or a shopping spree?”

Frostbite is frowning, afraid that he’s ruined my holiday cheer.

     But I shake my head and smile. “Fear? What fear?”

“Look at you there, you’ve made my night! A monster under my bed, a jolly one too…

 No Frostbite, I’m not mad or sad, or afraid of you.”

“All I wanted for Christmas was to see a real live monster

      right in front of me!”

“So please crawl right back under my bed.

     And I’ll close my eyes, and lay down my head. “

“And dream of things creepy and crawly and slimy and hairy

     and one little monster…

Not quite so scary.”

The End