Already tired of the merriment, tinsel and all-around good cheer? Then check out this very dark, must read, ‘Christmas’ tale to go against the grain today: ‘Santa, in the Off-Season’, by D. Frederick Cook, over at The WiFiles.
Excerpt: Sometimes I like to slide down the chimney if they have one. All dolled up in the fuckin suit. You know – do it up big like Christmas morning. Pop out, full of fuckin soot, coughin like a motherfucker. Not that they ever notice. Johnny sittin on the couch, workin on his fourteenth beer. Sees me there while he’s watchin the news or watchin the Late Show. Sometimes they think they’re dreamin. Other times they think they’re bein robbed. This one time, this real rat-lookin fucker actually came out of the bedroom, saw me standin there, and he said – I swear to Christ he actually said – “But it’s only August.” And me coughin soot and coughin smoker’s cough, standin there with my big bag of presents slung over my shoulder. Nothin in it but a shotgun. … continue here
Disclaimer: this is NOT one for the kiddies, easily offended, or anyone who wants to keep their idea of Christmas in line with Hallmark … you have been warned!