T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
That’s because Santa’s bloated corpse lay grotesquely sprawled across the lounge room floor.
Santa forgot to check under the logs in the fireplace for spiders and an angry poisonous Red Back gave him a nasty bite.
As Santa tried frantically to crawl back up the chimney, he quickly lost control of his movements
The venom sprinted through his veins
The all knowing symptoms of nausea, vomiting, blurred vision and frothing at the mouth were all too clear for poor fat Santa
His bloodied finger tips scraped at the chimney wall as he frantically called up ‘Donner, Blitzen….the anti venom kit!’
But it was all too late
Morning came.
The heat comes on early in the tropics and an old corpse gathers many flies quickly.
Little Lilly Spotsbam, just a toddler, walks into the lounge, her stuffed bear clutched to her chest.
The smell is horrific
Santa’s lifeless eyes stare blankly at Lilly
Lilly spends most of her childhood in and out of institutions and has difficulty dealing with people….especially during the Christmas season.