Santa Claws

As I finished tucking the last present under the tree, I turned and saw him standing there next to the burning fire, black and smoldering and hungrily staring at me with those malignant ruby eyes. “Look who was on the naughty list this year…” he rasped as he reached out with those liver-spotted, withered hands greedily pawing my cold, sweaty and suddenly not so young looking flesh .

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