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Once upon a stormy night I was chilling in my living room listing to some
Hamster music. When I had remembered it was Christmas. Then the minute I said
that I hired a clatter upon the top of my house so I was a bit frighten. Then I
saw it Santa. But this wasn't you ordinary Santa. I couldn't quite make it
out but I think it was that he was dressed in camouflage. He also had a two
Tommy guns and a sagar in his moth. My voce was shack I said, "Santa"
"I'm sick of giving presents every year I want some present so I say down
with every kid." Santa replied. At that point I bolted up to my room. I
locked the door but it was no use he blow a hole in the door and fitted his over
weight ass in the door. So I jumped through the window and started running.
Santa wissled and his slay came in to view. He jumped it and flew after me. With
V2 rockets attached to his slay this was know jolly guy. He shot tinsel at me it
rapped around my legs. So of course I feel. Santa came in slowly laughing
happily. Santa killed me and now I sit here in a dumpster telling rats my story.
So if you ever, ever see Santa shove a flam througher up his ass and pull the
trigger.
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