Friday Flash Fiction 24/10/14

Santa creeps towards your house, softly, softly thru the wintry gloom. He whispers: "Holidays are coming." He nimbly climbs the ivy leading up to your window. "Holidays are coming." He chuckles. Standing over you with a sizzling branding iron emblazoned with the "Coke" logo, he sniggers. "Holidays are coming!" You are awake, confused and writhing …