Santa Claus was unhappy.
Now you'd think that about anyone who had any idea of what was good for them
would know enough not to do anything at all that was apt to make Santa Claus unhappy!
I mean ... Wouldn't you?
But that gurl who was working as a Holiday Temp in the Gift Wrapping area
at the department store certainly did not seem to know any better!
Standing on the sidewalk outside the department store where he worked as a Salvation Army Santa
was the first paying job he had in months!
But did that babe care?
Not one bit!
And as if to add insult to injury ...
She acted as if she didn't care one bit whether she hurt his feelings or not!
Why! There were times when he'd be willing to Swear on a Stack of Bibles
that she went out of her way just to tease him!
To poke fun at him!
Making fun of him! Santa Claus! Of all people!
Now ... I mean ...
What good little girl in her right mind is gonna make fun of Santa Claus?
She'd gone and hurt his feelings!
That's what she had done!
"You Big Boys are all s'posed t'be Fat an' Jolly! So Cheer up!" She said to him ...
Cheer up? After what he heard that she had said about him? How?
Why ... She had damaged his Self Esteem!
That's what she had done!
But Santa Claus knew how to tend to girls who had been naughty
every bit as well as he knew what to give to those who had been nice!
Oh, yes!
He did!
He'd show her what happened to the naughty girls
who went around making fun of Santa Claus!
Oh, yes!
He would!
And he'd go about it almost the way that other Department Store Santa Claus had done!
When had that happened?
A few years ago now, wasn't it?
But what a flap that had made in the local papers
when all those girls were found laying dead under a Christmas Tree
late in the afternoon on Christmas Day!
Hoo - Wee!
It gave Santa goose pimples just thinking about it!
But this time, Santa Claws wouldn't go about things quite the same way ...
Not that he wouldn't want to if he had the chance!
But it didn't look to him as though the cards were gonna be dealt in quite the same way for this hand ...
And one of the reasons for this was because this girl was only a Temp
and not great chums with others that Santa knew of ...
And so there wasn't gonna be any holiday pyjama party where ol' Santa Claus
could get at 'em t'do his thing where they were all gathered together under one roof ...
Just finding where the babe lived was gonna take a lotta leg work ...
And checkin' out the 'hood so Santa would know the best and quickest way t'come an' go presented problems ...
An' all that was t'say nothing of the amount of risk Santa Claus was gonna be takin'!
But hey!
Wouldn't it all be worth while?
Especially when there was a warm, juicy lady waitin' t'have Santa's knive run inta her! ...
Here! ...
There! ...
An' Everywhere!
An' who was ever gonna suspect that a Santa Claus from the Salvation Army was the perp?!
It was Christmas Week and the last-minute shoppers were keeping the babe working late at the department store.
At first Santa tended to worry and fret about it as he stood stolidly manning his post outside the store ...
But then one by one, each of the other clerks finished up and headed for home.
So Santa waited until it was time for his own tour of duty to wrap up
and then he picked up and piled his equipment into the back of the pickup truck
that came by for him just as the last of the little urchins cleared the toy department
and a Rent-a-Cop bolted the doors for the night.
As it all worked out, having to remain at his post until after the store closed was really all for the best
since it was quite late when Santa hit the streets and so it was likely that his intended victim would be getting ready for bed!
As he walked along, still occasionally jingling the bell he had left in his pocket,
a shower-scene played somewhere in the back of his mind ...
But if things didn't work out that way, Santa wasn't going to fret about it ...
Since a warm bed was a better place to have a girl anyway!
Shy was the girl Santa had on his list of little girls who had chosen to be naughty rather than nice.
Shy wasn't shy - not really ...
As a matter of fact, Shy wasn't even her name ...
No ...
Her proper name was Cheyanna ...
And Santa supposed that she might have been called Shay - or Anna - or something like that?
But Shy is what everyone called her, so who was he to argue?
Killing the girl didn't present half the difficulties he had envisioned when he got right down to it.
He thought at first that he might have to strangle her ...
At least enough to knock her out and to keep her quiet ...
And Santa Claus didn't favor asphyxiation in any form really ...
But then a softball bat from the toy department had presented itself to him
when he left the truck parked in a garage for the night ...
And a club of some kind seemed like it might be a pretty good idea and so he took it along.
Shy was as naked as Santa cared to have her when he popped out of the closet
where he had hidden himself as the girl undressed and got ready for bed ...
One fairly firm tap on the noggin from his softball bat served to put her down
and Santa had brought a length of clothesline along to bind her ...
Santa Claus didn't go in for a lot of running around ...
He simply wasn't up to all that physical exertion!
But he did want Shy conscious and alert when he ran his knife into her ...
So he settled himself down comfortably in a chair by the bed
and contented himself to watch her breathe until she came to ...
Santa played the blade of his knife over Shy's bare belly ...
And as he did so, her eyelids fluttered - and she came to ...
Santa enjoyed himself immensely ...
Just watching the way her bosom swelled up at him
as she tried to suck her gut in and away
from the threat posed by the cold steel of his knife ...
As he played his knife over her body,
Santa found himself to be fascinated by the way Shy's nipples had stiffened
and jutted up at him from the center of each of her lush breasts ...
Santa found the tip of the knife headed for the enticing pit of the girl's navel ...
It was almost as if the knife had a mind of it's own ...
And then ...
Almost before he quite realized he had done so ...
His blade had slipped almost effortlessly into Shy's belly ...
And Santa appreciated the way her eyes opened wide as this first thrust of his knife took her ...
But then he found that his patience was at an end!
He could wait no longer!
And he began stabbing the helpless girl through her breasts and belly in a heated frenzy!
And so now Santa was thrusting his knife into Shy's body again - and again ...
As Shy alternately howled, grunted, and gurgled her agonized protests ...
Her breasts!
Yes!
Santa stabbed her breasts using what was almost meticulous care ...
Somehow Santa avoided doing damage to her nipples ...
No ...
He didn't want to ruin them!
That just didn't seem right somehow ...
So instead he returned to the nether regions of her belly to stab her yet again ...
Santa turned his attention once again to Shy's chest ...
There were so many luscious places to stab!
He wanted to be sure to get them all!
As Shy's eyes rolled upward to all but disappear entirely ...
Santa was certain that she was no longer aware of the devoted attention he was giving her ...
By now he had developed a pattern of alternately plunging his blade into her gut and then to her chest ...
Breast to belly ...
Belly to breast ...
Again, again, and yet again ...
Long ago Santa had lost count of exactly how many times he had stabbed her ...
But it was a lot ...
He told himself that he wanted to be thorough ...
When Santa was through meting out his punishment,
he decided that what he had liked as much as anything about Shy -
was the way her eyes appeared to roll back into her head as death had claimed her ...
Santa left the scene with Shy's dead body draped tastefully over her bed ...
His appetite sated ...
For the moment at least ...
Besides ...
He had to get home ...
Santa had some gift-wrapping of his own to do!
