I think I can fit this into four lines and still have it deliver the appropriate punch for this cheerful Christmas tale of redemption and joy (a man gets his skin back and finds happiness on Christmas Day, that's a classic, right?).
The niece As the minutes ticked by towards midnights Santa's bloody (and skinless) hand stretched across villages and towns, heading towards the city. At quarter to midnight he was standing on the balcony of a skyscraper watching as a terrified young woman smeared the lotion on her skin while the reindeer ransacked her kitchen. "You can't do this," she kept saying over and over, "I'm the President's niece!" "And I'm m...th...rfu...ng Santa Claus," snarled Santa, his wet coughs mangling his words as his still-visible ribs heaved with the effort.
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I think I can fit this into four lines and still have it deliver the appropriate punch for this cheerful Christmas tale of redemption and joy (a man gets his skin back and finds happiness on Christmas Day, that's a classic, right?).
The niece
As the minutes ticked by towards midnights Santa's bloody (and skinless) hand stretched across villages and towns, heading towards the city. At quarter to midnight he was standing on the balcony of a skyscraper watching as a terrified young woman smeared the lotion on her skin while the reindeer ransacked her kitchen.
"You can't do this," she kept saying over and over, "I'm the President's niece!"
"And I'm m...th...rfu...ng Santa Claus," snarled Santa, his wet coughs mangling his words as his still-visible ribs heaved with the effort.
Greg - yes, a classic. Indeed.
This one almost made me laugh. First the image of the reindeer ransacking the kitchen, then Santa's final line. I'll admit to smiling, at any rate :P
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