Santa's on his way! The kids screamed as they ran rings around their mother. She smiled, and the tiredness fell from her face for a moment. "Yes, darlings, Santa's on his way." She moved to the window ad pushed the curtain aside. "And this time, that bastard will get what he deserves." She absently checked the shotgun she was holding in her hands. "And no milk and cookies for that fat reprobate until I get what I deserve. Or I'll shoot his bright red ass." She settled down in the chair opposite the chimney once the children were tucked away snug in their beds, the shotgun resting across her lap. She was still a beautiful woman, despite the wear and tear that three children had wrought. She jerked awake from a light doze when she heard the sound of hoofs on--

Inspiration: "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" by Joey Ramone
Story Potential: Low/Medium
Notes: What? Santa should pay child support just like everybody else.