Better not pout, better not cry, better not shout, I'm telling you why: the Red Father's coming, and he's the thing children fear most about Christmas night. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good, so for God's sake, run, even if it does you no good at all...
The first short story I ever wrote. This is my take on the 'Santa-as-monster' idea, and it's one I'm proud of.
