We played a game of clue for our writing class with a Christmas theme (meaning all the characters, locations, and murder weapons were Christmas themed). Once we solved the murder, we had to write our own story explaining what happened, and his is how I interpreted it.
We had Santa Clause as the killer, the weapon as Hot Chocolate, and the location as Whoville.
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Today was the day that Santa finally let everybody know the truth. He would finally let the citizens of Who-ville know about the real Mrs. Clause.
For a while now, he had suspected something fishy was going on. Mrs. Clause kept sneaking off whenever he would have meetings with the elves. He began to have Prancer keep a lookout and follow her around. He was able to track her down to Who-vill but wasn't allowed to cross the border into town. Who-Trump set up a wall and wouldn't allow unauthorized people or animals in. Luckily for him, Santa had Max employed as a transporter for presents in Who-vill. He contacted Max immediately and had him become a spy.
A week ago, Max finally sent him over pictures and letters he had obtained. She was fucking the Grinch behind his back. From the letters, it seemed to have been going on for a year. Clause felt heartbroken. They had spent so many years together and raised all the elves and reindeer as their own. Yet she would throw away all of that for a green gremlin looking mother fucker. She broke his heart into a million pieces. This wasn't the first time though; the first time though. The first Mrs. Clause found out the hard way about what happens when you break Mr. Clause's heart. But that's a story for a different time.
He had thought of the perfect way to get revenge on her. The elves obeyed him but questioned why he had asked them to do such a thing. It was none of their business and those who wouldn't keep their noses out suddenly found themselves disappearing. But they finished it and the time had finally come.
Max had snuck them in the Grinch's lair and lead him to the bedroom. He caught them in the act and had to stop himself from feeling sadness. Clause did his best to put on his acting face and appear as though he was turned on.
"Can I join?" he asked even if Mrs. Clause appeared distraught. The Grinch seemed eager to allow him to join and invited him in. He was on the kinkier side and liked blindfolds. Mr. Clause obliged and placed blindfolds on Mrs. Clause and the Grinch. He pulled down his pants and non of them could see the strap on the elves had crafted for him. There was a hole through out allowing a tube to be threaded through. He filled it with piping hot chocolate and set the timer. He let Mrs. Clause go to town on it while Max murdered the Grinch.
Mr. Clause walked away with the sounds of screams filling his ears. A smile spread across his face and he called someone special.
"Cindy Lou Who; still up for being Mrs. Clause? The position just opened."
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