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Innovative Story: A Bloody Christmas Pick up the pace Joe! It's 10:15, your fifteen minutes late!" Claire shouted from outside the changing area with a trace of a New York Accent. Claire was Santa Clause's assistant at the shopping center.      "I'm coming!" Joe shouted back. "Stupid kids, I abhor kids." Joe muttered to himself while getting himself dressed.      Joe was the Santa at the nearby shopping center. Since Joe had quite recently been discharged from the psychological organization for craziness, the expense of the foundation cleaned him out of cash so he required the activity severely. At the point when the activity was offered to him he needed to take it.      Joe was a gaunt man. Not your typical Santa Clause. He had no blushing cheeks or round gut, he didn't have the healthy snicker nor genuine white hair. His ribs jabbed out of his skin and his stomach resembled an unfilled cavern. His eyes were driven into his head far more than the vast majority, the dull rings circumnavigating his made his eyes seem as though they were going to jump out any second. The bones of his cheeks appeared through his dry, fair skin making him resemble a zombie.      "Let's go now!!" Claire shrieked as loud as possible.      Claire implied this time. Rapidly, Joe lurched out of the changing area in a cumbersome manner. Appearing as though he had recently chugged two or three barrels, hauled his larger than average Santa coat and jeans with him bouncing they wouldn't fall down and left the changing area. Joe and Claire strolled toward where Santa's cottage was while watching a group accumulate around it.      "Ya know Claire," Joe stated, "I truly abhor my job."      "Really," answered Claire in a wry tone, "Who doesn't despise nearly nothing rascals slithering around on your lap."      Joe plunked down in his uncommon Santa seat and hung tight for the main youngster to approach.      The clench hand kid was around five yrs. old. Joe thought he was nauseating. The youngster was wearing cuarteroy overalls with a white turtleneck underneath. The cuarteroys had hard stains of nutty spread all down the front of his naval force blue overalls. Making a disgusting complexity between hues. The turtleneck appeared to have lost its whiteness quite a while prior. It was imbedded with red pasta sauce and olive lumps stuck to the sauce. His face wasn't very alluring either. To his left side cheek a bit of spagetti connected to his skin dangled and gotten bodily fluid chipped dry his upper lip. Joe reclined in regret wishing this was every one of the a long unnerving dream.      The kid bounced on his lap and in an upbeat voice stated,      "Hi Mr.