The Best Holiday

by Bradley Triggs

Imagine the cool air blowing through your hair

Imagine the unsettling sounds moving through the air

Imagine all the monsters and ghouls running amuck in the streets

Without something to hold all your goods would make the night incomplete

The streets are filled to the brim with ghostly cries,

And children wear masks as their disguise

Black cats roam with eyes all gold

And pumpkins flicker in the cold

Some might say scaring is an addiction

But nothing beats a day to live amongst walking fiction