"Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Goodis Night"
"Turn over, baby. You’re burning up," she cooed. "Let me do your front.”
The fat red man purred contentedly. Then he opened his mouth and screamed. He awoke from the dream jammed down the chimney, flames licking at his back. From above, a shaft of weak, sooty light and murmured voices.
“But, Rudy, what about—“
“Leave the fat guy. I’m out of here. Who’s with me?”
“I’m in,” a voice said.
"You on, Dancer? Prancer? Vixen? Comet? Good. Let’s go.”
Back down in hell, the fat red man shut his eyes and heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight …
© Peter Rozovsky 2014