One Sick Christmas

        'Hurry up Joe! It's 10:15, your fifteen minutes late!' Claire screamed from outside the dressing room with a hint of a New York Accent. Claire was Santa's helper at the mall.         'I'm coming!' Joe yelled back. 'Stupid kids, I hate kids.' Joe mumbled to himself while getting himself dressed.         Joe was the Santa at the local mall. Since Joe had just been released from the mental institution for insanity, the cost of the …

…the dressing room, but stopped dead in her tracks. She screamed. It was too late, Joe had gotten his revenge. In Joe's hand was a knife, soaked in blood that was dripping in a rhythmic pattern to the floor. And on the floor was a child laying in a pool of blood. His navy blue overalls were stained to the color maroon from the blood and a piece of spagetti dangled from his left cheek.