And so Dark Magic began her evil plot to destroy Christmas. 1st on the list was to destroy the everlasting symbol of Christmas itself and all his cheeky little helpers. Thus she went to a dilapidated old house and slay the inhabitants there, hanging their body parts in stockings over the fireplace and stringing their intestines like garland around the room. She left a cupful of blood and finger sandwiches for the Old One as the final touch, then lay in wait for him to arrive. It was not long before Santa entered the house smiling and slightly obliterated (for not all the good little boys and girls leave milk and cookies) and merrily he walked to the tree. He gave a satisfied grunt as he sat his bag of gifts down by a chair and bent down to pick up the awaiting treats. Santa gave a startled yelp as he saw the waxen finger pointing out at him accusingly as it neared his waiting mouth. Stumbling he threw the sandwich down in disgust, and slowly looked around the room at the horrors awaiting his disbelieving gaze, wondering how he had not noticed sooner, he was after all and old Barbarian, and much to Dark Magic's gruesome delight he fell and retched under the Christmas tree! He bellowed