It's Cold Outside

i keep thinking about what's outside.
it gets cold in the winter so i climb in through the bedroom windows of some stranger's house. you would have thought the people inside wouldn't have minded so much - i don't take up much space and, sure, they might be a little scared because they don't know who i am, but thats no reason for them to beat me half to death and leave me outside dying, crying and ready for the big freeze. it's almost christmas.
it doesnt stop me from climbing into peoples houses though. sometimes i can stay there for days on end without being found. sometimes the owners don't beat me so much, they just shoo me away. especially the old ones. they dont have the energy to beat me. i mean, sure i make the kids cry a bit. but it's so cold outside. it's so cold.
my arms are hairy but it doesn't keep me warm. i don't have any clothes either. that might be why they object so much. i suppose they dont get many naked hairy things crawl through their windows into their houses at night time. maybe thats why that child that time was crying so much. i dont like to hear the children cry.
once they put me in this trap. this big glass cage thing, and it picked me up and threw me around a bit. i thought it was the police or something, and i thought, great! now i can have a nice warm cell. but no. the bastards threw me out of their window. the human race can be so evil sometimes. so cruel. so cold. it's always so cold.
i wish i could go somewhere peaceful. somewhere safe. where everybody knows who i am and they dont care what i look like. they dont care about this disfigurement. they dont care - they accept. heaven. warm, toasty heaven.
it ain't easy having eight legs.