Patton Lee Beaugus | December 25, 2010 Midnight
Red Suit Down!

When we'd finally made it outside, we stood on the sidewalk, looking for the target. We didn't see him.

"We missed him," commented the dimension's greatest pessimist.

Louie had an idea, “Let’s sing him in.”

The whole group started singing loudly to be heard over the snowstorm.

Clydie even dropped in and joined in the singing.

As D'Oliya sang, the exposed parts of her reacted to the cold. She started to shove that exposure back into her red leather top. Then she looked up, I could see her consider for a New York second, and she decided to let them enjoy the night air. I was right behind the night air in my enjoyment. I WARNED YOU, THIS WAS NOT A TALE FOR KIDDIES!

Sucking In St. Nicholas This text will be replaced by the flash music player. (reference track) Jolly Old St. Nicholas Won’t you stop down here Join us for a little drink, A cup of Christmas cheer. Christmas Eve is over now Now it’s Christmas Day. Louie, he will buy the drinks Santa, whataya say?

The idiot was landing, I thought. And he was. Right on the curb next to where the BuddaBings Party Mob were singing him to his doom.

Molly did the spin I was hoping for earlier and her... well, it was everything I'd been dreaming of.

If St. Nick was really into ho-ho-hos, nothing would have attracted him more than Molly and D'Oliya. Hell of lot more better than milk and cookies. Or hot chocolate. Or maybe even VSOP.

As Rudolf touched down Santa yelled over the storm, “Have you kiddies been naughty or nice?”

Now was my moment, to see if I had the right wrong stuff. Or the wrong right stuff.

“Naughty, you old voyeur,” I screamed. “Get the hell out of here!”

Santa took his eyes off Molly and D'Oliya for long enought to take a harder look at the psycho carolers closing in on him. I think he hesitated just a bit when his eyes took their last gander at D'Oliya.

But Santa quickly recovered and the jolly old elf snapped the reins, and got as far as yelling, “On Dancer!” before the BuddaBings PartyMob swarmed over him.

The End
(of Christmas as we knew it)

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