You 've just killed Santa in your living room mistaking him for a burglar . Any moment your wife and three kids are going to wake up and come down stairs for Christmas [ WP ]

I silently crept down the stairs, baseball bat at hand. Whoever this was, he was going to get a proper beating. Nobody comes in my house on Christmas. 
 Looking sideways over the end of the wall, I saw an old obese man wearing a red suit. His back was turned. 
 I advanced, holding the bat up in the air. I struck down on the man with all my strength. He collapsed, blood trickling from his crippled head. 
 Looking closer, I could n't believe my eyes. There, laying dead on the floor, was a Santa impersonator. 
 `` Dumbass. Wearing red is n't very subtle,'' I remarked. 
 `` Dad?'' My son was behind me. 
 I panicked. I didnt want him to see me now. He'd think I was a murderer. 
 `` Is something wrong?'' 
 I stood there in disbelief. `` Do n't you see that... Santa?'' 
 He scoffed. `` What are you talking about? Santa's not real.'' He walked causually past the dead man on the floor.
