One of my favorite Christmas traditions is reading and writing haunted Christmas stories. Follow the link below and prepare to get some chills!
“Another beer, that should do the trick,” I mumbled, then stumbled to the fridge for a cold one. It didn’t last long, nor did it do the trick.
Whiskey flowed from the bottle into my glass, one for me, and one for Santa. Enough for two, but never enough for me.
I turned on some music, to start my day, and waited for something.
Four walls and a drunken old man. I broke out the photo albums, turned the pages and cried over the lifeless images.
The magic remained elusive.
But the booze ran freely.