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 night. I turn the corner and come up behind a man in a Santa Claus costume. It was very surprising to me. I wondered where Satas reindeer sled was. I figured Santa works fast and delivers to everyone but walks on foot in dark ally sometimes. He looked back at me, and I got a good look at him that terrified me. He looked possessed. He also had the body frame of a bouncer at a club or could be the leader of a biker gang. I always pictured Santa giving a gift, smiling, and not smelling like Tequila, as I could smell him as I followed. He looked like the Santa that robbed you and dipped the cookies in a glass of Jack Daniels. He was dragging a bag. I felt intimated as he looked at me, and I wanted to give him a candy cane to make his angry brows happy. He stopped and turned around. I had a heart attack, threw all my money toward him, and ran. He yelled, Don’t be afraid, I love Christmas. I am just homeless. He yelled, Merry Christmas! I stopped and turned around. I realized I should never judge a book by its cover because he was just a homeless man in the holiday spirit.