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It was the midnight of Christmas eve, an endless irritation kept me turning side to side in my bedsheets.
I’m unsure of my reasoning for being awake at this point of time, as I’ve always in some way despised Christmas time.
It was as if my consciousness told me that something unusual was about to occur. As I sat at the edge of my bed, I briefly glanced through my window.
I spotted what looked like a red and white figure standing on top of the house across the street.
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There he was laying in a double bed beside a woman. What a filthy bastard I thought to myself. Without any hesitation I stabbed the kitchen knife in his throat, that white-bearded pig finally got what was coming to him.
It was thrilling to see the horror in his face, but I must admit that the woman’s screaming certainly worried me a bit. What if she was Santa Claus’ companion? Or maybe even Mrs Claus? I couldn’t afford taking any risks so I began strangling her with my bare hands.
Her face was swollen and pale, like an uncooked turkey. It actually made me incredibly hungry, so I had to go check the fridge for left-overs.
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