Not A Christmas Story
On a cold winter night, Mrs.Claus bids farewell to jolly Saint Nick before he embarks on his labors.Though it is not Christmas Eve...
The winds of forever winter spat a bitter cold this night. However immune to this, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph enjoyed the last refuge of warmth inside Castle Claus. All the while Mrs. Claus paced, watching her husband prepare.
She hated when he departed for his labors. Though it was what made him Saint Nick.
With a heavy thud, he tossed a bag into the sleigh. He rubbed his beard in thought; before checking something off his list.
He loves his lists, she thought.
She handed him a cup, “I added a little extra spice.” Santa took a sip of the steaming cocoa, “Rum?”
“For the cold.” She answered with a wink.
He protested, but relented, bellowing out a laugh. “Hohoho!”
An elf squeaked below Mrs.Claus' hip, “Preflight checks are finished.”
Santa nodded, taking another sip of the cocoa. He pulled out a piece of parchment, at the top written in bold were the words-NAUGHTY LIST.
“Where to first?” She asked.
His finger hovered the list, “Juarez, Mexico.” Santa then inspected his shotgun, and AR-15 rifle before placing them in the sleigh.
Mrs.Claus helped him fit his red coat over his tact-vest. So the naughty couldn't see him bleed. Apprehensive, he patted, counting the numerous ornament shaped grenades attached.
They embraced, and he lit a cigar taking the reins into his hands.
There were 300 days until Christmas.. And Santa Claus had to make sure the naughty got more than just a lump of coal....
About the Creator
Jordan Flynn
Out of Grand Rapids MI. I write because I have to. (I am a noob however.)
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Comments (1)
Oooo, the next post-Christmas action thriller. Great premise, Jordan. Tonight is when the naughty list takes its lumps.