Anti-santa Stories

Thirty years ago, Whistling Bay made a trade. They bought prosperity with blood. Now, the bill has come due. A supernatural blizzard has sealed the town from the outside world, turning the streets into a frozen slaughterhouse. Hidden within the whiteout is Knecht Malum-The Grinning Saint. He hasn't come for shelter. He has come to collect the town's children. Sheriff Emmery Baker is a man hollowed out by grief, haunted by the mysterious loss of his own son. As the survivors barricade themselves in St. Jude's Church, a horrific truth begins to thaw: the monster outside isn't an invader. He is a partner. With his weapons useless and the shadows closing in, Emmery must confront the ancient evil that holds the deed to his town. But to stop the harvest, the Sheriff will have to offer up the one thing the beast cannot digest. The debt must be paid. But is the price of salvation higher than the cost of the sin?

Written in 2015. This is not your typical feelgood Christmas story. Santa is not good, he is a dispicable villian. This is a short story that involves bullying, discrimination, and slavery. I guess you could call it an anti-Christmas story. I always disliked how the original story seemed to promote bullying. Santa only treated those he could use well. If they didn't suit his purpose or were different he discriminated against them. I love Christmas and I am not anti-Santa. I just had to vent my feelings for all of the misfits. I fit in with the misfits and feel bad for them. (I do not own the picture. I got it off the internet. Full rights belong to the owner.)