Santa

He watches you when you are sleeping....

Prolouge:

A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes.

"What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra.

None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day.

"Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet.

The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down.

"Get up!" Santa barked.

The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last.

Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap.

Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids.

"See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me."

Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes.

Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke.

"No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for."

Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm.

"He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled.

With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.