Poisoned Chocolates for Christmas

Because of my size and the fact that as an erstwhile redhead, my hair and beard are rather white, I get more than my share of Santa jokes this time of year. About a year ago, I guess I heard one too many, and got an idea as I drove from Real City to Mondoville on a Saturday afternoon.

The result was a story I called “Night Visitor”, but after I read it at a campus event, it became known as “the Santa Claus story.” The good folks at Out of the Gutter online magazine have experienced an appalling lapse of taste, and you may find the story there. Drop by and read it, won’t you?

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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2 Responses to Poisoned Chocolates for Christmas

  1. dave.s. says:

    seriously creepy. dave.s.

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