Crossroads?

I'm back at that junction again.

I don't know where I went. Perhaps it was down the dark route. Perhaps it was nowhere.

But now that I'm back here, I can see that there aren't just two roads, confusing and alluring me; there are at least three.

The third road looks the most dangerous of all, lines with candy cane lamp-posts and marshmallow pavements; it must be hiding something sinister as decay.

Not that I care.

I have already taken the first delicious steps along it.