one sick christmas

Jay June
1/5/96
One Sick Christmas "Hurry up Joe! It's 10:15, your fifteen minutes
late!" Claire screamed fromoutside the dressing room with a hint of a
New York Accent. Claire was Santa's helper atthe mall. "I'm
coming!" Joe yelled back. "Stupid kids, I hate kids." Joe mumbled to
himselfwhile getting himself dressed. Joe was the Santa at the local
mall. Since Joe had just been released from themental institution for
insanity, the cost of the institution wiped him out of money so heneeded
the job badly. When the job was offered to him he had to take it. Joe
was a scrawny man. Not your usual Santa Clause. He had no rosy
cheeks orround belly, he didn't have the hearty laugh nor real white hair.
His ribs poked out of hisskin and his stomach looked like an empty cave.
His eyes were pushed into his head waymore than most people, the dark
rings circling his made his eyes look like they were goingto pop out any
second. The bones of his cheeks showed through his dry, pale skin
makinghim look like a zombie. "Let's go now!!" Claire screeched at the
top of her lungs. Claire meant this time. Quickly, Joe stumbled out of
the dressing room in a clumsyfashion. Looking like he had just chugged
a couple of kegs, dragged his oversized Santacoat and pants with him
hopping they wouldn't fall down and left the dressing room. Joeand
Claire walked toward where Santa's hut was while watching a crowd
gather around it. "Ya know Claire," Joe said, "I really hate my job."
"Really," replied Claire in a sarcastic tone, "Who doesn't hate little
brats crawlingaround on your lap." Joe sat down in his special
Santa chair and waited for the first child to comeforward. The fist kid
was about five yrs. old. Joe thought he was disgusting. The child
waswearing cuarteroy overalls with a white turtleneck underneath. The
cuarteroys had crustystains of peanut butter all down the front of his navy
blue overalls. Making a revoltingcontrast between colors. The turtleneck
seemed to have lost its whiteness a long timeago. It was imbedded with

red pasta sauce and olive chunks glued to the sauce. His facewasn't
very attractive either. On his left cheek a piece of spagetti attached to his
skindangled and dried mucus flaked off his upper lip. Joe leaned back in
remorse wishing thiswas all a long terrifying dream. The kid hopped on
his lap and in a happy voice said, "Hi Mr. Santa Clause, can I tell you
what I want for Christmas?" "Ya sure kid, go ahead." Joe replied.
As the child dragged on about his stupid toys and things he
wanted, Joe thoughtabout something else, his revenge. Revenge to
get back at all these little punks who have annoyed him ever since hegot
the job. He wanted revenge badly. Joe had an idea. "Hey
kid, can you shut-up for a second." Joe sternly asked. "Okay" The child
answered. "Since I think you're my favorite kid of all," Joe praised, " I'm
going to give you aspecial present." " What!?!? Tell me! Tell me!!"
The kid excitedly asked. "Something you'd never guess." Joe
answered " Just come with me after all the kids are gone." Joe
pushed the kid off his lap before he could answer and the next kid
jumped onhis lap. Joe quickly finished talking to the rest of disgusting,
impatient kids, and turned tosee if the kid in the navy blue overalls was
still waiting. The kid stood next to Joe with aselfish, happy, but
disgustingly wide grin attached to his face, stretching from ear to ear.
" Ya ready?" Asked Joe. "Yippee!" The child screamed. "I'm
going to get a present! I'm going to get apresent! I'm going to "
"Shut-up kid!" Joe yelled becoming very impatient and irritated. "Now
let's go." Joe led the brat into his dressing room and told him to sit by
the closet as Joe shutthe door. Joe opened a drawer and pulled out the
surprise. A few minutes later Claire walked into the dressing room,
but stopped dead in hertracks. She screamed. It was too late, Joe had
gotten his revenge. In Joe's hand was aknife, soaked in blood that was
dripping in a rhythmic pattern to the floor. And on thefloor was a child
laying in a pool of blood. His navy blue overalls were stained to thecolor

maroon from the blood and a piece of spagetti dangled from his left
cheek.you may have the honor of taking the copyright into your own
hands Jay June