My silent screams wake me before the chimney breast swallows us whole.
These nightmare visitors, adorned in red and green pointed hats, persistently invade my childhood dreams.
“A gift for the garden,” a housewarming guest beams.
Festivities concluded I grab a hammer from the shed. Silently screaming I batter away the evil grins on two clay-faced gnomes, resplendent in red and green pointed hats.