christmas jumpers

**Creep of Christmas Knits** In the fluorescent glare of holiday cheer, I unwrap the garish woolen beast—a Christmas jumper, its patterns a cacophony, jarring and grotesque, reindeer prancing mockingly, their eyes glinting like cut glass knives, the very fabric a tapestry of madness, itchy threads that scratch at sanity, and beneath, those delightful souls swaddled in mirth, snickering at the grotesque fit, while outside the snow falls like a whisper, cold, clean, and utterly devoid of distress, packaged tightly in a mind draped in red and green.