IT ATE BILLY ON CHRISTMAS – Georgiann Carlson

Billy was always a bit odd

at least that’s what his dog thought

and who better to know odd

than a dog

you see Billy saw things others didn’t

as a child, the monsters under his bed

well, the monsters under his bed and in his closet

were real

even the dog saw them

as Billy got older

the monsters started fading

and the dog was quite happy about that

since he had been keeping the monsters at bay

but he was getting old

and his power was fading

then

on Christmas Day

while the dog was napping in his basket

with his new toy and a chew bone

the biggest monster of all

chased Billy down the street

when he finally caught him

he kind of ate him

later that evening

when everyone was cleaning up wrapping paper

the dog went outside and tracked down the monster

he demanded that Billy be returned to the living

but the monster said it was far too late

Billy

it seemed

had already been digested

so the dog ate the monster

went back inside

crawled into his basket

and was forced to listen to christmas carols

being sung by people who had absolutely no singing voices at all

which only proved to him

that no good deed goes unpunished

Picture: Pixabay

I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life