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 ]

The blood on my hands drip on to the white Persian rug my wife had bought 4 years ago.. such a shame to waste such a beautiful rug. Guess I'll have to replace another.. `` I guess I got ta roll that fat bastard up in it'' I mutter to myself as I clean up the horrific scene. The fire poker, covered in blood with plump red-suited man's eye still stuck on the end. A gruesome scene none the less, I quickly cleaned it up. I Hid the body behind the bar as my wife happend to be walking down the stairs. `` Honey what are you doing up?'' She murmurs, she's been taking alot of sleeping pills lately. Poor thing, bless her soul. I told her to go back to sleep, and she did. I dragged the body and put it in the back of the old pick-up, after that it was a short snowy drive to the lake. I have a warehouse there, it's a place I could *work* at. I prepared the saws, and tongs. I cut out a decent sized hole in the ice, and pulled the body close so I could tie the anchor to his feet. I toss the anchor in, the sound the chain makes as drags over the ice, into the depths of the waters is chilling to the bone. When the body hits the water i slide the block of ice back into place. The cold preserved the bodies well, I'd say I've accumulated about 20 specimen over the span of 4 years.
