Santa’s Little Helper: A Monster Child Turns Christmas Eve into a Bloodbath
A bitter department-store Santa recruits a mysterious little girl with clicking teeth—and watches her turn a town Christmas event into revenge.
Ronnie Baxley has played Santa in Burnet Town, South Carolina, for a decade. The pay is poor, his truck is failing, and the families who line up along Highway 421 offer pity or ridicule rather than help. On Christmas Eve, his usual elf is absent and a cold-skinned child named Sarah appears ready to manage the line.
Sarah can sense cruelty. Her smile reveals far too many teeth, her movements are impossibly fast, and she reacts to abusive parents, bullies, and townspeople who have humiliated Ronnie with escalating violence. What begins as a strange seasonal partnership becomes a feeding frenzy when an entitled father and son challenge Santa in front of the crowd. Police gunfire cannot restore a celebration once the “helper” begins selecting everyone she believes belongs on the wrong list.
Charles Campbell’s “Santa’s Little Helper” is dark Christmas creature horror about poverty, resentment, public humiliation, and an elf-like monster dispensing bloody judgment. Ronnie may not survive his best Christmas ever, but Sarah gives him the vengeance he never believed he could claim. Story by Charles Campbell.
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Playing Santa Claus for the holidays can
be a very thankless job, having to
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stomp around yelling ho ho ho for
a bunch of spoiled kids, screaming and
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yelling about what toys and gifts they
want. But don't worry. This year,
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you have an extra special little helper. She has a big smile and
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even bigger teeth. What's that you
want to be scared to? Come with
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me. You will experience tales over
opera, ghosts and death. He does
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not recommended at the foot of week
at hard Listeners in the dark, It's
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more fun at that way way.
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Campbell over at the Horror for twenty
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extra special helper for Santa Claus this
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after these quick words. Santa's Little
Helper by Charles Campbell. Holiday season in
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the Valley is something different, to
say the least. It doesn't exactly drop
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to freezing. In this part of
South Carolina. There is what locals call
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cold spells from time to time,
but nothing like the bone chilling freeze that
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other parts of the country routinely experience. And today, well today was Christmas
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Eve. Ronnie Baxley hated everything about
it. Unfortunately, for the last ten
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years, he and his rotund body
were tapped to be Santa Claus for the
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Christmas tree lighting in downtown Burnett Town. When he first started don unning the
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red and white suit, the town
would pay him fifty bucks for about five
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or six hours of work. Now
he makes almost two hundred bucks for begging
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little valley rats to sit on his
lap. His once white beard was now
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something between baby shit yellow and turred
brown. Ronnie had maybe seventeeth left in
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his head. His breath smelled of
dog shit chased down with sewer water.
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Ronnie sucked in his gut and eased
into the driver's seat of his beat up
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Chevy pickup. He gave the key
a turn, and the engine coughed and
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gagged like it had been smoking those
Marlboroughs right along with Ronnie for the last
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thirty plus years. Ronnie turned the
dial on the radio and was met with
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the sound of jingle bells. He
immediately turned off the radio. The bald
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tire spun in the muddy driveway of
his decrepit trailer. As he backed out,
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Ronnie began to sing in the tune
of the freshly in mind jingle bells,
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driving through them, muh in my
fucked up Chevrolet, off to the
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valley, I go broke as fuck
today. The words trailed off into a
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da da da da da da,
as his mind had run out of wit
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for freestyling. He didn't want to
go to Burnett Town. Ronnie was sick
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of listening to the little and some
not so little Valley rats drown on about
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wanting a PlayStation machine or an Xbox
or some kind of modern gadget. The
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kids weren't normal anymore. Face is
always stuck in some kind of screen few
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and far between were the requests for
footballs, basketball hoops, barbie dolls or
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bicycles. As a matter of fact, Ronnie was just as tired of the
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parents, especially the ones he knew
from school with their pity filled eyes.
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Look at what has become of Ronnie. Poor guy had a great arm in
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high school. He could have gone
pro, should have had a career in
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the majors. But the valley got
him like it got so many kidsds.
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If he saw one more tear filled
eye from a mother looking as if she
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were doing the world a service by
feeding astray, he was going to lose
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his shit. The sun was already
setting when he arrived at town Hall.
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He cursed Daylight Savings time. Every
year. When the clock rolled back,
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it meant that six pm was going
to look the same as midnight, and
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that always made Ronnie tired his shit. Tonight was the one night he couldn't
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be tired. He'd have to sit
on the big wooden chair, hoping there
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was still enough material in the seat
of his pants to keep the splinters out
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of his ass, while pretending to
listen as Betty Sue or Molly May tells
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him what kind of iPhone she wants, because you know, the elves are
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fucking masters at cutting edge technology.
Ronnie stood by his truck for a moment
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or two, taking a long drag
on his last Marlborough. He'd have to
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wait until he got paid before he
could pick up another pack from the minute
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shop. He'd have to bum a
couple from Eddie the Elf to get him
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through the evening. Eddie was a
tall, skinny man, definitely not built
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like an elf, and he was
willing to take seventy five bucks to usher
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kids to the lap of this sad
excuse of a Santa. Ronnie was wishing
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for one more drag when a tiny
voice startled him. Merry Christmas, Santa,
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said the little girl, suddenly standing
next to him. Where the I
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mean, Hey, little girl,
where's your mama? Ronnie asked, forcing
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a smile. He had never seen
this child before, and she didn't look
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like she had an ounce of valley
in her I don't have one, the
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little girl said, just above a
whisper. Ronnie looked her over. She
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couldn't have been more than seven years
old, and she was dressed like a
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tiny elf. She had long black
hair and the darkest pools for eyes.
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Ronnie had ever seen. He thought
maybe the darkness was playing tricks on him,
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but the parking lot was well lit. He knelt to meet her gaze,
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keeping his plastic smile. So if
you don't have a mama, is
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your daddy around? I don't have
one of those either, She whispered,
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who's here with you? Ronnie asked, you are Santa, the little girl
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said, as a grin spread under
her nose. Ronnie was taken aback at
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the rows of razor sharp teeth that
clicked in front of him. What the
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fuck are you? Ronnie asked.
He hadn't taken any strong shit and resisted
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the urge to reach out and touch
her. If she wasn't real, he
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just looked like he was talking to
himself. But if she was real,
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she might just bite his fucking fingers
off. I'm Santa's little helper, she
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whispered. What's your name? Ronnie
asked. He should be scared, but
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it was just the opposite. He
couldn't explain it, but he was feeling
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giddy. Sarah, She replied,
Well, Sarah, I already have a
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helper. His name is Eddie,
the Elf. Ronnie said he could now
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hear people mulling around Sassafras Park,
sight of the tree lighting and lapsitting.
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Eddie's not going to make it tonight, the little girl said, with a
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certainty that Ronnie instantly believed. Oh
really, how do you know that,
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Ronnie asked, he's dead? She
replied, And how do you know that
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Ronnie found himself asking He wasn't going
to help you, Sannah, He was
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going to hurt you, like all
the rest, she replied. Ronnie smiled
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with an understanding that made the girl
grin back. Okay, then let's go
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see the valley rats, Ronnie said. The front doors of town hall were
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wide open. There was a small
line of husbands receiving cups of hot cocoa
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for their wives and tots. Sarah
stuck by Ronnie's side as he strode past
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the line of kids hooping and hollering
for their tortured Santa. He waved a
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stained glove in the air for their
approval. As he sat on the big
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wooden chair. Elma Trudeau, an
office administrator for the town of Burnet Town,
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leaned in and whispered in his ear. Where's Eddie, she asked,
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while staring a hole through Sarah.
He's sick, Ronnie replied, which elicited
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a closed mouthed smile from Sarah.
It was a smile that sent a feeling
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of despair through Elma. Who's going
to control the line? Elma asked,
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with a tone that clarified she was
not willing to assume the role. I'm
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Santa's little helper, Sarah replied,
surely you can't suggest that a child.
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Oh and by the way, whose
child is this anyway? She's not from
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around here, Alma said. She's
my niece. Her name is Sarah,
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and she's visiting from Atlanta. Ronnie
replied, I call bullshit, Ronnie,
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you don't have any family, Alma
said, I would suggest you go back
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to your office, Elma. Sarah
intervened, revealing her teeth. What the
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fuck, Alma whispered as she backed
away. You should listen to her and
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go back to your office, Ronnie
echoed, and stood. Elma's hands trembled
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and eyes widened as she slowly backed
away. O Ho ho, Eddie,
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the elf is not fear willing.
Well, so Santa has a new helper
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today, Ronnie announced to the expanding
line of children. There were cheers and
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shouts from the boys and girls.
Sarah moved quickly to the front of the
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line and lifted the retractable belt from
the stanction. Mary Jenkins and her little
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boy Sam were the first in line. Sarah giggled as she reached for Sam's
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hand. He took it without hesitation. As Mary stepped through, Sarah looked
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back as if to tell the next
kid she would have to wait her turn
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before taking Sam to Santa. Ronnie
resisted the urge to roll his eyes at
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Mary Jenkins, who is now Mary
Utly. She was a cheerleader in high
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school and he actually had clumsy sex
with her once in the boy's locker room.
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It was definitely nothing memorable for her, because, as he recalled,
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he was almost done before they got
started. The kid sat on his lap
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and he could feel the look of
pity for Mary boring into the side of
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his skull. Poor Ronnie, I
can't believe we actually fucked once. Look
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at him now, Poor poor Ronnie. Sam was blabbing to Ronnie about a
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video game and Sarah tapped Mary on
her arm with a sharp, pointy fingernail.
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What is it, Mary asked,
taking out of her pitiful thoughts of
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Ronnie. Santa doesn't like you,
and neither do I, Sarah said.
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Mary's eyes widened in surprise as Sarah
smiled at her with clicking teeth. Sam.
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Let's go, Mary shouted as she
grabbed Sam by the arm. As
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he was still in the midst of
explaining why this particular PlayStation game was a
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must to have under the tree.
Mary pulled him so violently. Sam's arm
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almost came clean out of its socket. Mom ow, Sam screamed as she
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began dragging him away. Let's go, Mary shouted. Sarah moved quickly,
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grabbing Mary by her not so dainty
wrist. Mary's mouth drew back in disdain
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as the little girl's skin to skin
touch was icy cold. You're not nice.
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You deserve what's coming to you,
Sarah said, and then released her
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grip. Mary dragged a screaming Sam
behind her. While all this was going
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on, nobody in the line of
kids sensed what kind of craziness was happening.
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Crazy shit was par for the course
on Highway four twenty one, even
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on Christmas Eve. Ronnie watched in
joy and amazement. This shit was making
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him so happy. Sarah clicked her
teeth at him as she went to get
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the next kid. Barbara Spradley was
next with her kid, Lisa. Ronnie
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wasn't a fan of the Spradley clan. They were pretty much Valley Royalty,
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owning several businesses on this stretch of
road. The six year old scampered up
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to Sanna hold Sarah's cold hand.
She had the distinct Spradley dimple in her
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chin, with eyes so big she
almost looked like a character from a Doctor
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Seuss book. Hey Thanta, Lisa
said, with a lisp, Hey,
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little one, what do you want
for Christmas? This year? I want
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a Barbie dreamhouse and a couple of
new Barbie because I cut the hair off
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the other one, and uh Ethie
bake oven, Lisa finished. Ronnie was
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taken aback with Lisa. She was
a little girl that actually wanted little girl
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gifts. It was nothing that needed
the smart descriptor or required the timed mashing
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of buttons on a video game controller. Again, these requests were few and
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far between, but when they came, it made Ronnie feel somewhat normal for
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a few seconds. Sarah noted the
genuine smile on Ronnie's face and felt his
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approval, so she stayed quiet and
gave Barbara a close mouth smile, which
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Barbara politely returned. The next kid
was big, and so was his father.
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It was Travis Cheatham and his son, Little Travis. Sarah reached for
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Little Travis's hand and he jerked away, giving her the finger in the process.
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Big Travis chuckled as if to say, that's my boy. Sarah smiled.
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Hey fuck nut, Big Travis shouted
as Little Travis pulled himself up onto
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Ronnie's lap. Ronnie groaned at the
weight of almost two hundred pounds of this.
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Eleven year old Ronnie remembered Big Travis. They were once teammates, but
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never friends. Big Travis always had
a jealous streak, and he loved seeing
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Ronnie like this. Big Travis ran
a shady lawn care company in the valley,
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mostly cash transactions. He liked tossing
his weight around figuratively and literally.
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His kid was two hundred pounds and
Big Travis was over three bills almost four.
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Hey fuck nut, my dad is
talking to you, Little Travis repeated.
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That's not very nice. Sarah intervened
before Ronnie could speak. Who asked
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you, you little bitch? Little
Travis replied, while looking back at the
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approving smile of his pops. Listen
here, you will be getting coal in
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your stocking. You can't talk to
my little Shut the fuck up, Ronnie.
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You are a fucking loser. Nobody
loves you if you stink like ass,
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and you're the sorriest sack of shit
Sannah I've ever seen. Little Travis
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didn't get the last word out.
Sarah moved with catlike quickness. She jerked
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Little Travis from Ronnie's knee and sank
her teeth into the side of his neck,
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ripping out his trachea and one fell
swoop. Blood spewed like a geyser
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from the dying kid's neck. Big
Travis was still trying to register what he
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was seeing. The color had flushed
from his face. Kids were now screaming.
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Sarah leaped from Little Travis and lunged
at Big Travis, her claws digging
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into his soft, flabby flesh.
She scaled up and around his back like
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a lizard on a brick wall.
Ronnie was smiling. Ronnie was laughing.
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Ho ho fuck nut, Ronnie shouted
as Sarah raked her claws across Big Travis's
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face, opening gouges in his fat
cheeks. Big Travis grabbed Sarah by the
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hair with his huge hands and pulled
with all his strength. Sarah didn't budge.
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She was now clicking her teeth in
front of his frightened eyes. You
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aren't a nice man. You can't
treat Sannah like that and live. Sarah
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pressed the sharp claws of her thumbs
right into Big Travis's eyes. They went
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so deep she could feel the soft
tissue beneath them. Big Travis fell face
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first as Sarah leaped from his chest. Her movements were fluid and fast.
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Now this shit had everyone's attention.
Children were screaming, mothers were calling for
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fathers, and gunshots began to fill
the air. This had gone well beyond
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regular four twenty one crazy shit.
Ronnie was smiling as he watched Santa's little
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helper go to work. She was
blindingly fast. She was eviscerating every man
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with a gun. Ronnie felt the
pain in his chest he was hit,
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but he was still grinning. The
blue lights of the Burnetown police were now
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everywhere. There would be no tree
lighting this year, and Sarah was still
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moving through the crowd. She was
in a blood frenzy of death and destruction.
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Ronnie felt the warmth of blood flowing
from his wound. Shots were still
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ringing out, but there were less
of them. Ronnie stood in front of
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the wooden chair, watching the mayhem
in front of him. Not five minutes
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ago, the kids were in line
with their pity filled mothers, waiting to
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beg him for shit he could never
afford himself. The way these people treated
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Ronnie over the years was shameful.
No words of encouragement from any of them,
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just fucking pity. That's why Ronnie
hated Christmas. But not this year,
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No, sir. The girl was
his vengeance. She knew she could
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sense the ones that had been cruel
to Ronnie and the ones that didn't offer
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help, only pity. Sarah could
smell it on them as she literally cut
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through town. Merry Christmas to all
and to all, a good night,
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Ronnie shouted. As one more shot
rang out. It found its mark,
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hitting him in the forehead. The
last thing he saw was Sarah's face and
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her clicking teeth As everything went dark. Ronnie died right there, but he
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died with the solace that he'd experienced
the best Christmas ever. It was finally
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his happy ending. Sarah was his
elf of vengeance and he loved her for
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it. I got a hand it
to Charles Campbell. He never disappoints,
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and I was thrilled that we got
to take a little trip to the valley
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for Christmas. I hope you all
enjoyed that story as much as I did,
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and I hope it's helping you feel
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fuzzy holiday feeling, especially if you've
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