Bloody Christmas by Nathan Rosen
	The drifter wandered onto campus on Christmas Eve. A few students remained despite the break, and laughter streamed from the windows of the Phi Delta sorority house. The very notion made the drifter's stomach churn. All those girls, defiling the birthday of our Lord with their obscene music, and their frilly underwear, and their faces painted like whores… something would have to be done. An unalarmed hardware store equipped him with hammers, pliers and other delightful instruments with which to carry out the Lord's will. By sheer luck, the drifter also encountered an unsuspecting Salvation Army fundraiser, whose Santa suit would serve to conceal his identity. As the evening wore on, the merriment inside the Phi Delta house showed no signs of abatement, and the drifter could stand it no longer. In the back of the house, he found an unlocked window. The drifter pried it open with ease, and entered. From the kitchen, he could see the girls' party in the living room. It was worse than he had imagined. They wore nightgowns which barely concealed their bodies, and they were dancing! Selecting a hatchet from his sack, the drifter advanced. The girls turned to face him, surprised. Then a redhead smiled. "Hey, look, it's Santa!" "Santa!" cried a brunette. "What did you bring us?" "Let's find out," said a blonde. Later, as the girls licked the last of his blood off their fingers, they agreed that the visit from "Santa" had made this the best Christmas ever.
	Copyright © 2006 Nathan Rosen