He stood outside in the snow, looking at the cabin with the family of three.

A boy, a girl and their mother.

The family was celebrating Christmas... he had not been invited. He was never invited.

He had splashed gasoline on the cabin's walls, and had led a trail of it to where he was standing now.

The only thought in his twisted mind, She left me...

How could this be? He had given her everything, and she had taken everything.

He lit up a match and dropped the flaming matchstick to the ground.

It quickly burst into flames that ran up the gasoline trail to the cabin.

In moments the whole building was on fire.

He could hear their screams... and then, when they had stopped, he heated his hands against the burning building.

"Merry Christmas..." He whispered.