Michael Smith lived in the woods by himself. He never cared for company nor has company ever cared for him. He wasn’t a bad man however the deeds he has done has made him seem bad in the eyes of others. He sat in his living room by the fireplace with a bottle of scotch with a glass right next to him. It was Christmas Eve and something in his bones made him nervous. He didn't know what caused this feeling all that knew was that something wasn't quite right. He got up and checked all the locks of his house and made sure every window was bolted shut. He peeked through the blinds expecting to see something looking back at him and nothing looked back except the pine trees rustling in the winds. He stepped away let out a huge sigh. He walked back…show more content… “If you haven’t done anything wrong then I wouldn’t have arrived as I did and this evening would go the exact opposite of what’s about to happen”. The creature lowered himself to the floor never taking his eyes off of Michael as Michael’s gun never took its aim off of it. “You see as people get older Santa Claus stops visiting them, now of course there is still a naughty and nice list however, it is quite different as the one he has”. The creature licked its slimy lips and went on. “People no longer get a lump of coal, what they get is a visit from me. As to which I handle things much different than the jolly red man.” The creature paused and had a grin that stretched from ear to ear gazing deep into the man’s soul. “He sends me to handle things as to which I handle things much differently.” The creature paused and reached behind his back and pulled out a slip of paper with a few choice words written down. He looked down at the paper and then looked back at the terrified man in the chair. “Cutting employee’s pay and spending it on a few luxuries of your own. Please don’t tell me you just spent all on this place.” The creature waved his claw around pointing at the cabin
