'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Through the still night, sleigh bells chimed, marking the arrival of St Nick. With a gentle thud the sleigh landed on the roof of a house, and Santa smiled with satisfaction at a good landing.
*Pfhhhhhhhhttttt*
A pungent smell wafted over Santa. He started to cough violently. Comet looked back at the jolly fat man, and gave him a sheepish look.
"I told Peaty not to feed them baked beans", muttered Santa to himself "Damn that wife of mine".
Santa got down from the sleigh and breathed in deeply, he turned around and pulled his bloated bag down and slung it over his shoulder. Spying the chimeny he started to make his way towards it. Due to the darkness he didn't notice the whirly-bird jutting out.
"ARRRRGGHHHHH!!!", Santa hollered as his shin connected painfully with the whirly-bird. He tumbles down the roof and over the gutter, to land unceremoniously on the ground. Painfully he picked himself up and brushed dead grass off his suit. Starting to get frustrated he looks around the bush for a sizable rock. Spotting a perfectly smoothed stone, he picks it up and hurls at a window. Splintered glass is flung everywhere as the rock easily breaks through. In the distance a dog starts to howl.
Something glisters in the moon light, he looks down and notices a house key lying on the ground. Right where the rock sat. Grumbling he walks over to the window and pulls himself through it. A shard of glass cuts his arm. With blood dripping from his arm his slowly walks through the house in search of the tree. Noticing a light coming in from a room he heads towards it. Slowly pushing the door further open he sticks his head in the room.
There's a blonde haired boy sitting at a computer, typing. He stops typing...................... After a lengthy pause he continues. Santa continues to watch the boy type, he seems to be writing a story. Looking very closely, Santa can make out what is being typed. Blood drains from his face when he reads the events of his night on the screen. Fear is soon overtaken by anger as he realises that this boy is responsible for his pain. With a snarl he runs towards the boy and grabs his head and starts to bang it against the keyboard. uihgviybgv ibvyib uvfiqu vhiuv hi vuhvi uhvb huui hbe hup heu hbhu eb uhne bnubne.
quickly the blonde haired boy starts to type again. Santa stops getting violent, the vein on his neck disappears. His wound heals itself and the stiffness in his back goes away. With his sack magically in his hand he heads out the room and starts to place presents around the tree. Smiling at a job well done, Santa quietly leaves the house and climbs back on his sleigh.
*Pfhhhhhhhhttttt*
"Damn that kid"

The End


Merry Christmas to you all and may you have a happy new year!