• It was 11pm one cold christmas night, and a little girl woke up from hearing a loud thud coming from downstairs. The little girl was always brave and easily curious of everything she sees and hears, so she quietly slipped on her favorite pink bunny slippers on and crept downstairs. Her parents were drunks and they're never really home, so she doesn't bother to check to see if they're home, she'd even bet all of her money she had that they wouldnt even hear that thump.

    She finally makes it into the room where she thinks she heard the thump. But all she saw were presents under the tree. She was thinking of just opening one present wont hurt anybody, so she ran over to one that caught her eye and opened it. Suddenly a large dark shadow loomed over her, the girl was too distracted by the presents that she forgot that someone possibly dangerous could be in her house.

    She breaths in for a good, long scream but was suddenly cut off by a hard punch then a kick from behind. It continued for a minute or two, til the shadowy figure knew she was dead. "That will teach you not to open your presents before Christmas." He said.

    That my dear friends is Santa Claus. He killed an innocent young girl, and only the girl paid the high price. Now the girl is in heaven still wearing those fluffy pink bunny slippers and that shirt that never really fit her. The only diffrence now is that she has beautiful wings and a halo to match.