There once was a land far far away, where two girls went out to play. Two girls, oh so young, but what happens when the night is young? Eleanor and Robin, siblings very close, but close enough to stick through Christmas trouble bound to come? The girls went out to play in the snowy field, just like any other day. Making snow forts was their favorite. In fact, they made their best fort yet just beyond the start of the woods. There had never been any trouble in little old Windsborough, just a small boring town. Until the recent activity of mysterious mistletoe disappearances. These chilling crimes had held a tight grip of terror on this poor little town. As for the carefree children playing in the woods, they have no idea of what is to come. Little Eleanor decided to go deeper into the woods to look for mistletoe, for there was none in town and it would look lovely on their fort. Meanwhile robin packed snow on the fort walls. The deeper Eleanor got into the forest, the darker it got, after searching and searching she finally found a mistletoe bush. She eagerly picked as much as she could and hurried back, until she heard a shuddering crack sound booming behind her. Eleanor whipped her head towards the noise, but saw nothing but snow covered trees. But wait…. Just beyond her feet she saw large footprints, engraved in the snow. Nervously, she turned back the way she was going and saw knocked over trees scattering the now barren land before her. The trees weren’t like this before, now full of tears and fear, she ran back to where her sister was waiting in the fort and told her everything. Skeptical of her story, her sister decided that they should just go home.

That night her mother made beef stew and they all ate peacefully in front of the fireplace. All was good, the girls were on their second helping of milk and cookies for dessert until the wind outside suddenly got monstrous. The wind made terrible shrieking sounds and the shutters on the house banged against the walls. An eerie feeling crept upon the family. But before the family could react, a huge white furry creature erupted from the wall roaring, shaking the round beneath their feet. It rummaged through the house, tearing up the walls until it froze upon finding a pile of mistletoe hidden in a basket near the fireplace. It grabbed the basket and it was gone as quickly as it came. The girls were in tears and the family in utter shock, but when they collected themselves, the father roughly grabbed his shotgun and ran in the direction of the yeti. His wife hurried after him but decided against it to protect her children. While following the knocked over trees in the monster’s wake, the father followed closely behind father and farther into the forest. He was going to attempt to put this beast down and protect everyone from its wrath. He helped up his shotgun and shakily aimed, but before he could react, the yeti stopped dead in its tracks, let out a blood curdling shriek and lunged at him, and just like that, the father was dead. The furry creature retreated deeper into the woods back to its lair, with its precious mistletoe. Just waiting for a time to strike and finish off the family that had caused it so much trouble. After all, this intelligent beast couldn’t leave witnesses. I guess some mysteries are better to leave unsolved, after all, it’s just mistletoe. Isn’t it?