War on Christmas

A single bead of sweat rolled down my back as I stood motionless, peering through the rifle scope for any sign of red. There was only one mall Santa left, and he was hiding out somewhere in the clothes racks of the men’s department. I radioed for the canine unit, and when he showed up, I waved a candy cane in front of his nose and sent him in.

In seconds, he was snarling and yanking the Santa out by his boot. There was a flurry of red and white and brown, and then, there it was: the shot. I lowered the cross-hairs on him and pulled the trigger. I plugged him right in the bowl full of jelly, and his pipe hit the floor a second before he did. The last mall Santa was down! The war on Christmas was finally over!

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