Little Tommy sat bolt upright in bed. He'd heard something creak on the roof. Opening his bedroom window, he heard the unmistakeable sound of sleigh bells above. Santa!!
Santa lit a fag and sat back in his sleigh.
"Number 6, Patrick McGoohan Grove...let's see..." he pondered, rummaging in a sack of presents.
Rudolph turned his head to look at him. "Not this one" the reindeer said, bluntly.
Santa stopped searching, and reluctantly pulled a hand grenade from his pocket. He sighed, plucked out the pin, and approached the chimney.
"Do it" Rudolph instructed.
Santa dropped the grenade.
Rudolph nodded, smiled.
Drew Martyn about 3 years ago
Love the drabble, and the address is fantastic! :)