I love Santa Claus. I love Santa almost as much as Mickey Mouse. That said…both have broken my heart in the past.
Let me start out by saying that Santa and I have this informal gentleman’s agreement. I visit him, I give him my list of nefarious requests, and we take a picture together.
It’s a tradition.
Santa is usually a laid back fellow, he makes a few appearances at various locales, and I show up at one. But not this year…oh no.
I understand. I understand one thing, Mr. Kringle, and that is revenge. I am a very simple person to be agreeable with. Simply do not cross me. You have. Now, you must perish. Sleep with one eye open…test all those cookies…because when you least expect it…