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Creative Story A Bloody ChristmasHurry up Joe Its 1015, your fifteen minutes late" Claire screamedfrom pop come inside the dressing populate with a hint of a New York Accent. Claire wasSantas helper at the mall.     "Im culmination" Joe yelled back. "Stupid kids, I hate kids." Joe mumbledto himself while getting himself dressed.     Joe was the Santa at the local mall. Since Joe had just been releasedfrom the mental institution for insanity, the cost of the institution wiped him bulge out of money so he needed the job badly. When the job was offe ruby to him hehad to take it.     Joe was a scrawny man. Not your usual Santa Clause. He had no rosycheeks or round belly, he didnt have the hearty jocularity nor real white hair. Hisribs poked out of his trim and his stomach reckoned give care an set down cave. His eyeswere pushed into his head way more than most people, the dark peal circling hismade his eyes look like they were going to pop out any second. The bones of hischeeks showed through his dry, pale skin making him look like a zombie.     "Lets go now" Claire screeched at the top of her lungs.     Claire meant this time. Quickly, Joe stumbled out of the dressing roomin a clumsy fashion. Looking like he had just chugged a couple of kegs,dragged his oversized Santa coat and drawers with him hopping they wouldnt falldown and left the dressing room. Joe and Claire walked toward where Santas hutwas while observance a crowd gather around it.     "Ya know Claire," Joe said, "I truly hate my job."     "Really," replied Claire in a sarcastic tone, "Who doesnt hate littlebrats creep around on your lap."     Joe sat down in his special Santa control and waited for the first childto come forward.     The fist kid was ab out five-spot yrs. old. Joe thought he was disgusting.The child was wearing cuarteroy overalls with a white polo-neck underneath.The cuarteroys had crusty stains of peanut butter all down the front of his dark blueblue overalls. Making a revolting contrast between colors. The turtleseemed to have lost its whiteness a long time ago. It was imbedded with redpasta sauce and olive chunks glued to the sauce. His face wasnt very enthralling either. On his left cheek a piece of spagetti attached to his skindangled and dried mucus flaked off his upper lip. Joe leaned back in self-reproachwishing this was all a long terrifying dream.     The kid hopped on his lap and in a happy voice said,     "Hi Mr.