A cheer rose up: “Santa’s gone from this world!”
But zombie Saint Nick had some final few words:
“I’LL GET YOU NEXT YEAR, YOU ALL ARE MY QUARRY!
I AM THE RED MAN, AND YOU’LL ALL BE SORRY!”
This is the final part of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem.
Joshua G. J. Insole 
Great ending.
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Thanks so much for taking the time to have a read of this little series! The comments were much appreciated. 🙂 Sorry for the slow response, the holidays were incredibly busy… Hope you had a nice break! Back to work now…
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I enjoyed that bite-sized story One day at a time…
Yes, back to work indeed. I’ve started submitting stories for Reedsy over the Holidays. I’m having so much fun with it. Thanks for the recommendation.
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Glad that you enjoyed it! Also happy to hear you’re liking Reedsy! What’s your profile? I’ll have a read, when I get a moment!
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I commented on one of your stories last night. “Sam Kirk”
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Ah, thanks for the comment! I’ll check out some of yours, when I get some downtime — probably the weekend. No rest for the wicked…
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I hear ya.
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