Inflation hit everybody hard, Santa included.

Carrot prices had skyrocketed, and hungry reindeer could hardly pull a sleigh.

Santa emptied his sack into the reindeer pen, ignoring the crunch of tooth on bone. Rudolph emerged, snout matted with fresh, red blood.

Freddy’s bad behaviour would never be a problem again.

Guy is twenty-four years old, and still afraid of being on Santa’s naughty list. This is his sixth 50-word story.