Martin flopped into bed. The sheets engulfing him and dispelling whirling thoughts of litigations.
"Did you put the milk and cookies out?" Sarah asked "Timmy will be devastated if you haven't.
"All sorted" Martin lied.
An empty glass and a few sprinkled crumbs and Timmy wouldn't know the difference.
Santa was furious. Somehow these short-lived mortals kept the memory of their deal alive, binding him with libations through guest rights that no Fae could break. Although perhaps not here. Santa smirked as he spotted the bare kitchen counter. He stalked towards the child's bedroom, licking his lips all the way.
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Oh my word, I love this. So delightfully creepy and with a nice twist on Santa. Well done, Craig.ReplyDelete
Well done, Craig
Eww, creepy Santa. Love short-lived mortals. Happy Solstice!ReplyDelete
Whoooaaa! Was NOT expecting that ending. Very well done!ReplyDelete
This was FUN. I think I like this Santa.ReplyDelete
The post-Christian Capitalist West has forgotten many of the warnings about the Solstice.ReplyDelete
Well done for making sure the threat of the fae is not lost.
I love when kids are food, very tasty!ReplyDelete
I really like the fae twist on Santa :)ReplyDelete