Festive holiday fiction

The street-corner Santa fell to the ground, bloody bubbles oozing from the stab wounds in his chest. His assailant stood over him, bloody icicle in his gnarled hand. He turned the families nearby, the children cringing against their parent's pants-legs...

"And remember, maggots, I'll be back again someday."

That was the first time I saw Frosty, the Homicidal Snowman. It wouldn't be the last.