He comes out at night, after eight to be precise. He's paunchy, middle aged and balding. The suit that adorns his body is creased and raggedy and smells of tobacco smoke. It's December 24th, the snow has been falling all night and Old Saint Nick is hungover.

"Nick, we gotta go or we won't make it in time" the high pitched voice of Rudolf, Nick's right hand reindeer pierces through Mr. Clause' alco...

Once upon a time, there was a man named Bob who worked as a mall Santa during the holiday season. However, Bob was not your typical jolly, generous, and kind Santa. In fact, he was the complete opposite - a grumpy, selfish, and mischievous Santa.

Bob's bad attitude and lack of holiday spirit were evident in his interactions with the children. When a little girl asked for a pony, Bob replied, "Why...

The cookies are out on the table and the milk is in the Christmas cup. Our kids are all nicely tucked into bed. So my wife grabs her wine glass and I grab my beer and we head to the living room to finish the Hallmark movie we started. It was actually pretty good, I enjoy the storyline. Sometime during the movie we ended up falling asleep cause here I am waking up with a crink in my neck. I get up ...

I was walking from work back home in a dark ally. I lived in a neighborhood that had high crime. I never felt safe. The neighborhood looked haunted at night and almost like a ghost town. There was never any light or window light on that showed people home. It creeped me out. In the day, the neighborhood was nice with white fences and beautiful architecture but looked like a hunted ghost town at ni...

“Daaaad,” Charlie whined. “I don’t wanna do this!”

“Too bad,” his father said. “It’s the family tradition.”

Charlie sighed in exasperation as he tugged on the red suit with white fluffy trim.

“I look stupid.”

His dad smiled and chuckled his iconic laugh.

“C’mon,” Charlie’s dad said, jerking his head towards the waiting sleigh.

Charlie trudged towards the sleigh, hefting the sack of pres...

Happy and jolly.

Innocent folly.

A chuckle, a smile,

happy to beguile,

Santa Claus

was coming to town.

Uncertain, unsure.

Questionable allure.

Shouting, crashing.

Violence, smashing.

Santa Claus,

was hurting the town.

Selfish, darkness.

Deranged, madness.

Hurt, melancholy.

Pain, agony.

Death.

Murder.

Santa Claus,

what have you done?

A distorted ho-ho-ho,

and a morphed head.

A twisted te...

Everyone has heard the stories of the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge, but that's all they are stories. I'll tell you the true story, the one that inspired them all. This story has many names,

плохой Санта, slechte kerstman, mala Santa, but they all translate to Bad Santa. It was a few years after the poem "T'was the Night Before Christmas" was published in 1823, it was 1826, a man named Walter hated ...

Bad, bad Santa

doesn’t know what’s coming

Bad, bad Santa

doesn’t know we’re through

Bad, bad Santa

cider-drunk again

Bad, bad Santa

needs to watch his mouth

Bad, bad Santa

tripping through the snow

Bad, bad Santa

thinks he’s coming home

Bad, bad Santa

can’t see us hiding

Bad, bad Santa

will find no toys

Bad, bad Santa

stuck in our trap

Bad, bad Santa

keeps on struggling

Bad, bad Santa

breaks ...

The stories of Santa are partially true

He comes down your chimney and rides a sleigh too

He likes milk and cookies and says “Ho Ho Ho”

But there’s something bout Santa that you might not know

Your stockings are hung from the chimney with care

But good old St. Nicholas, he’s not aware

He’s not here to leave presents or candy or toys

He leaves it to parents to dole out the joy

So what does old...

Santa they say,

Is jolly as can be.

But a happy round man,

Is not the version I see.

His eyes are stone cold,

Like the snow on the ground.

And the stench of his suit,

Will make your heart pound.

He smells of the flesh,

Of little girls and boys.

His bag that he drags,

Does not carry fun toys.

Ropes and knives,

Fill up his brown sack.

For when he comes to visit,

You will never come back....