“NEXT” The voice of ‘Santa’ said in a raspy and croaky voice Little Luke was next he walked up to ‘Santa’ and sat on his lap, when Luke looked up to see his face Santa’s face was gloomy and cold. Santa: *cough, cough* so..*gasp* what do you want for Christmas? *wheeze* Luke: ummmm *sniff* I would like a uhhh a puppy? Santa: *long inhale* okay Santa reached in his sack and pulled out a box poorly wrapped with a ruined ribbon holding it together. Santa: okay, okay NEXT!!! Luke jumped off of Santa’s lap and ran to his little room with all the other boys, he slowly opened the box to see chunks of his parents sewn together to make a puppy, Luke saw it and scream threw the box and cried “I want my mummy, I want my daddy!!”, Santa closed the door of the room Santa: not all naughty kids get coal for Christmas