Christ is born, someone dies

Its almost Christmas. One of the times of the year I fear and envy the most. The snow covers nearly everything with its ever white cascading face. Its so cold all the time. There is barely any kind of warmth anywhere and if it is there than its usually falsified and manufactured by some company somewhere pushing the 'holiday spirit' upon everyone of the naive consumers. I once bought into the flashiness of the Christmas Yule until I wised up and saw it for what it truly is.
One person I’ve never liked is Elvis. He just creeps me out, always has. I just really don’t understand why anyone would dress up like him, especially around Christmas. There is one thing however that I look forward to every year.
As I open the doors, the smell gently wafts into my nostrils and I feel the familiar warmth of the stoves on my freezing face. I quickly jump in line and grab a plate. Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, beans of all sorts, rolls, salads, hot chocolate, egg nog. Needless to say I load my plate and take a seat next to one of the three Santa’s in the room. I keep to myself eating my meal rather hastily yet I savor every delicious bite. This is the best meal they have here all year every year.
I leave and take a stroll down the well lit street with all the wreaths around the light poles, heading towards the church to seek some refuge from the cold. I cross the street and all of a sudden I hear a metallic grinding. I turn to my left and I see a slim figure coming straight for me. I try to move but I am a little too late. The handlebar clips me and I stumble backward. I fall straight back as I slip on the ice and poorly catch myself with my hand. An excruciating pain shoots up my arm and my hand goes numb. I attempt to get up but slip and fall again this time tucking my arm in and taking the brute force on my back which now hurt almost as much as my hand. I struggle to get up and make my way down and across the street stumbling and clutching my hand and my back. I pass by yet another Santa who is collecting money and I realize that I have made it to the church. I collapse on the stairs