#VSS Naughty List

Paul only half listened to his dad’s prolix list of punishments, but perked up when he heard there’d be no Christmas for his misdeeds.

Paul had trouble sleeping, knowing no Christmas was coming. He didn’t realize what burning all of his sister’s toys would cost him.

Frost covered the ground when Paul woke early Christmas morning to find no presents. His parents made good on their threat.

Paul’s first act of revenge would be selling the girandoles his farther have his mother for Xmas. No one else would be enjoying gifts.

Grownups called it growing pains; Paul called it sweet revenge as he lit fire to his father’s new iPad.

Destroying his parents’ gifts was not enough for Paul; he set his sights on the annual Christmas ornaments next.

Jingle Bells would have been the last tune to cross the elf figurines’ ears as Paul ripped them off, if they could hear.

“Yes!” Paul said with temerity. “I ripped the ears off the elves and burned the gifts. It’s not a figment of your imagination.”

Paul’s parents hired a local visagist/actor to play the scariest St Nick ever known, in an attempt to scare him in to acting better.

Some mothers show apathy to a cachexic, capricious fallen angel instead of hiring a spurious, frightful Santa.

Some mothers show apathy to a cachexic, capricious fallen angel instead of hiring a spurious, frightful Santa.

Late that night, Paul heard a terrible noise out his window. A landau pulled up and out stepped a terrifying sight.

He climbed in through the library window dolefully with a plan to scare Paul from his destructive ways.

Exeunt Santa from the sleigh with a rotund anthracite.

Still need to work out the ending of this story in 2013 for a complete Christmas tale next year…

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