Xavier Remington 
‘Twas Christmas Eve of 1888 when Santa Claus found himself delivering gifts to the good little boys and girls of Transylvania, Romania. Santa landed his sleigh upon the roof of a modest home with smoke billowing from the chimney at the Witching Hour. He teleported down right into the flames of the hearth that kept the home warm on this especially chilly night. Santa walked out of the flames without so much as a spark touching his suit and boots. He strolled over to the Christmas tree with his four-dimensional bag of toys. Two for the little boy and girl who slept soundly down the hallway. Also one for the recently widowed mother in need of much cheer.
Just as Santa was about to go back up the chimney he felt a dark presence afoot. His Angelic senses told him there was something unholy in the bedroom at the end of the hall. He crept away from the lit heart into the darkness cautiously. The door to the bedroom opened with a creak as Santa witnessed a well-dressed vampire hypnotizing the mother lying in bed. The vamp turned around with surprise as his eyes glowed red with anger. His hypnotic gaze swept away from the woman causing her to scream in terror. Santa stomped toward them and demanded, “Unhand that woman, you filthy fiend!” The vampire rose forth and exclaimed, “You shall die this night sir for you have disturbed my meal!” Read The Rest On Our Christmas Blog…
