couldn’t see any rosy cheeks , unless you counted the blood that covered her face . She screamed at him , he screamed back .
Santa didn’t know what to do . This had never happened before . She slammed into him , throwing him into the tree he had just repaired . Santa yelled for help , as she bit his arm . He felt the teeth and panicked . Using all of his strength , that lay hidden just under a thick layer of fat , he threw her off of him .
She landed on her back , but jumped up quickly . Santa reached desperately for anything he could use . His fingers circled around the bat . The woman charged him screaming again . Santa swung the bat one handed . There was a terrific thwack , as her head connected with the bat .
She fell like a rock to the floor .
“ Eggnog and Mistletoe , ” Santa swore . “What has happened here ? ”
The door shook as someone or something hit it . More thumps , and bangs , and moans came from behind the door . A much smaller thump was heard , coming from the hallway leading to the good little boys room .
Santa grabbed his sack , and headed for the heat register . He hurriedly crossed his eyes , and tapped his nose , heading back to the roof at top speed . Feeling the cold air once more against his face , he didn’t give himself a chance to let the dizziness pass . He opened his eyes and headed for the sleigh .
Where was the sleigh ?
He looked around the rooftop . The door was ripped open . He heard a groan coming from his left . Santa turned and saw a man kneeling beside the prone Twinkle . A pool of blood surrounded them .
The man paid no attention as Santa snuck up behind him still holding the bat . A loud thump , and the man fell over .
Santa knelt beside Twinkle Toes . “Oh my poor friend . I should have listened to you , ” he moaned . “I’m so sorry this happened . ”
Even as Santa mourned , Twinkles body and his gaudy green , red , white , yellow , and blue clothes , slowly evaporated , turning into bright golden light . It circled Santa , once , and then again before vanishing into the sky .
Santa pulled a whistle out of his pocket , and blew it as hard as he could . He could just hear the faint sound of bells as his sled came towards him , from wherever the reindeer had fled . They came into sight as the moans of the zombies erupted from the stairwell .
Santa ran to the edge of the roof . “Boys we’re doing a fiery exit here ! ” he shouted . “You know the drill , DON’T STOP ! ”
He jumped just as the reindeer flew by at top speed , with the zombies only a few feet behind him . Santa looked back to see at least three zombies fall all five stories , and landing with a thud far below .
“TAKE THAT YOU ELF EATING SCROOGES ! ” Santa yelled , raising his fist triumphantly in the air .
As Santa flew , he remembered all those Zombie movies he had watched back in 1992 , when he‘d caught the flu . Except for the speed of the zombies , they looked and acted exactly like the movies . And as his trusty bat had shown a good , hard hit to the head worked wonders , just like the movies . He must remember to congratulate Twinkly Bells for crafting such a fine bat .
That reminded him , he slipped his sleeve back to check his arm . It wouldn’t do for Santa Clause to become a zombie . He breathed a sigh of relief . He was only bruised . His thick seal skin coat had kept the teeth from breaking through . Take that , Animal Liberation Front .
Now what could he do ? Passing out presents wasn’t much good if all the little children were eaten . But he couldn’t just use a bat all night . He’d never really enjoyed baseball . A gleam appeared in his eye as he thought of a plan .
He reached into his bag , and did something he had never done before . He thought of a present for himself .
A bright light came from the bags opening , bathing Santa in its brilliance . A
Santa didn’t know what to do . This had never happened before . She slammed into him , throwing him into the tree he had just repaired . Santa yelled for help , as she bit his arm . He felt the teeth and panicked . Using all of his strength , that lay hidden just under a thick layer of fat , he threw her off of him .
She landed on her back , but jumped up quickly . Santa reached desperately for anything he could use . His fingers circled around the bat . The woman charged him screaming again . Santa swung the bat one handed . There was a terrific thwack , as her head connected with the bat .
She fell like a rock to the floor .
“ Eggnog and Mistletoe , ” Santa swore . “What has happened here ? ”
The door shook as someone or something hit it . More thumps , and bangs , and moans came from behind the door . A much smaller thump was heard , coming from the hallway leading to the good little boys room .
Santa grabbed his sack , and headed for the heat register . He hurriedly crossed his eyes , and tapped his nose , heading back to the roof at top speed . Feeling the cold air once more against his face , he didn’t give himself a chance to let the dizziness pass . He opened his eyes and headed for the sleigh .
Where was the sleigh ?
He looked around the rooftop . The door was ripped open . He heard a groan coming from his left . Santa turned and saw a man kneeling beside the prone Twinkle . A pool of blood surrounded them .
The man paid no attention as Santa snuck up behind him still holding the bat . A loud thump , and the man fell over .
Santa knelt beside Twinkle Toes . “Oh my poor friend . I should have listened to you , ” he moaned . “I’m so sorry this happened . ”
Even as Santa mourned , Twinkles body and his gaudy green , red , white , yellow , and blue clothes , slowly evaporated , turning into bright golden light . It circled Santa , once , and then again before vanishing into the sky .
Santa pulled a whistle out of his pocket , and blew it as hard as he could . He could just hear the faint sound of bells as his sled came towards him , from wherever the reindeer had fled . They came into sight as the moans of the zombies erupted from the stairwell .
Santa ran to the edge of the roof . “Boys we’re doing a fiery exit here ! ” he shouted . “You know the drill , DON’T STOP ! ”
He jumped just as the reindeer flew by at top speed , with the zombies only a few feet behind him . Santa looked back to see at least three zombies fall all five stories , and landing with a thud far below .
“TAKE THAT YOU ELF EATING SCROOGES ! ” Santa yelled , raising his fist triumphantly in the air .
As Santa flew , he remembered all those Zombie movies he had watched back in 1992 , when he‘d caught the flu . Except for the speed of the zombies , they looked and acted exactly like the movies . And as his trusty bat had shown a good , hard hit to the head worked wonders , just like the movies . He must remember to congratulate Twinkly Bells for crafting such a fine bat .
That reminded him , he slipped his sleeve back to check his arm . It wouldn’t do for Santa Clause to become a zombie . He breathed a sigh of relief . He was only bruised . His thick seal skin coat had kept the teeth from breaking through . Take that , Animal Liberation Front .
Now what could he do ? Passing out presents wasn’t much good if all the little children were eaten . But he couldn’t just use a bat all night . He’d never really enjoyed baseball . A gleam appeared in his eye as he thought of a plan .
He reached into his bag , and did something he had never done before . He thought of a present for himself .
A bright light came from the bags opening , bathing Santa in its brilliance . A
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