Creative Writing: Land Here Santa

The rooftop was iced with a cushion of snow, merging with the creamy-purple twilight sky. Shovelled into the rooftop snow, a pale red sign read “Land Here Santa”. The sign was flaking and the wood was splintering, but it still brought the same vibrancy to the little cottage. The cottage itself was built with rich auburn brick with a white lining. An extensive string of sprightly festive lights ran along the eave of the roof, illuminating the street, spreading warmth through a bitter morning. A snowflake flickered across the driveway, melting into the asphalt ahead of the front door. On the door, a Christmas wreath was pinned onto the steel tarnishing knocker.
It may have been a chilly winter outside, but none could be more dissimilar inside the cottage. Warm air filled the hallway, entwined with sweet aromatics of fresh gingerbread. The fur of the pine green carpet, absorbed footsteps and heat. Through the oak door resided the living room. Adjacent to the wall was a weary and discoloured couch, with a familiar stain living among the cushioning of the seat. Opposite the couches was a synthetic nine foot tree. Mountains of presents lay at the base, each filled with toys to entertain a child
The only door of any importance however was the door directly in front, leading to a tiny room not fit for a full sized adult. Inside the room along the far wall, was a pine bunk bed with colourful blankets. Lego bricks of an assortment of colours were sprawled across the floor, creating a minefield of temperamental pain when navigating around with bare feet. The windows were far too high up to out of, but allowed rays of peach light to illuminate all four corners of the room. Diagonally from the window, along the wall hung two Christmas stockings; furry red with a bleach white trim swaying with the current of hot air. They brought a jolly atmosphere to the already exuberant