(more after the jump)
Mall's open. Bodies...everywhere bodies. Press of package against flesh. Had to take cover in the Gingerbread Village. They've taken the Christmas Railroad. Ripped Rudolph down, and put up some oversize dredels...Their harsh croaking voices "dredel, dredel, dredel..."
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Getting dark again. Cruel colored lights twinkle from the mall's balcony. Bright angry eyes winking laughter at us grunts. Still no Gomez.
CHALMERS IS DOWN!!! CHALMERS IS DOWN!!! Sweet Jesus' Birthday, what a mess. No one heard it coming. We think...we think it was "The Seven Principles of Kwanzaa", they did it. Hadda be them. Hadda. It's all over him...the writing, used candy canes dipped in his blood for ink: "Habari gani: Umoja, Habari gani: Kujichagulia..."
People are slowly clearing out of the mall. The gates close on each stall, noiselessly, or with at most comforting schck. Day wasn't a total loss. Caught some neopagans casually refer to Santa as the Holly King. "Joyous Yule, my ass." Spider took them out, lumps of coal in each of their stockings.
JESUS, motherfuckers...that's the goddamn reason for the season.
Hard day. Dog tired. More dead.
I guess it's just another battle in the war on Christmas.