Not So Silent Night

The shrieks piercing the darkness of this Christmas night were inhuman, for the most part. It horrified me to realize I could tell the difference between them, and the people they slaughtered.
My daughter had been so happy, waking up and seeing the blanket of snow on the ground. And even more so when the flakes continued to fall to the ground. But when we had ran, the snow was her worst enemy. Coming up to her thin ankles and tripping her. Slowing the progress. Then there was the last time. She had sunk too deep, and the snow had filled her boot. We tried to get her out but... it was no use. They gained too quickly. The snow stained red, and melting from the hot fluid.
I beg, that her mother can forgive me. For leaving our child to die. But maybe I am not to be forgiven, and I am given my judgement in the form of their hands tearing me apart.
I died that night. And so did many more. The last sound I heard, the shrieks of the dead and those who brought it upon them.