I came across this, half finished, from over two years ago and decided to finish it.
It's the Holiday Pig, one of my favorite seasonal characters from my youth!
On the night of the first day of winter, the Holiday Pig goes around to every house, smelling children to see if they were bad that year. If they were very naughty, she'll smell it.
She eats all the naughty children, and they become a part of her, doomed forever to live in agony on her back or in her stomach.
All the good children are left a fancy sweet- perhaps a pig molded from pink peppermint candy, or a chocolate deer wrapped in foil.
I was awake the night she ate my younger brother, Aaron. I can still recall the horrible sounds of his bones crunching between her teeth; and the dreadful wet sound of her breathing.
But how delighted me and my older brother, Jonathan, were the next morning when we discovered the tiny gingerbread houses she'd left on our nightstands. I remember picking the gumdrops off the roof one at a time. I saved the little molded sugar pine tree for last...
Plus, Jonathan no longer had to share his room. It was truly one of the best winters we ever enjoyed.