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 heard something strange, someone on the roof. I followed the sound as I could hear it getting closer and closer to me. Fear took control of my body. I lept out of bed, my wife still sleeping. Reaching into my nightstand I picked up my 9mm. I held it out in front of me and followed the noise downstairs. There I saw a sight that sent chills down my spine. A large figure standing next to our tree. Out of instinct I raised the gun and emptied the mag into the figure. The figure fell over and became motionless. I heard my wife getting out of bed, woken up by the gunshots. I turned on the lights and ran to the figure. Only to find that I had put 6 bullets into Santa Claus.
