Santa moved through the mansion like a crimson ghost. He wasn't the jolly fat man from the soda commercials tonight. He was a warrior. When a mercenary cornered him in the kitchen, Santa didn't reach for magic dust—he shoved the man’s head into a deep fryer and finished him off with a meat tenderizer.
As Scrooge’s lead enforcer burst into the room, he found not a terrified child, but a floor covered in micro-machines and a tripwire rigged to a heavy bowling ball. It was Home Alone played for keeps, and as the mercenary tumbled backward, Santa was there to meet him. Noche sin paz (2022)
"Bah humbug," he wheezed, pulling a half-empty bottle of gin from his sack. He took a swig, the burn fueling the ancient, Viking fire still flickering in his veins. Santa moved through the mansion like a crimson ghost