It is with deep regret that I inform you we had an intruder last night that came down our chimney last night. Startling me out of a dead sleep, I had forgot what day it was and grabbed my firearm with +P ammunition.
Outside I went in 2" of fresh wet snow that fell overnight, barefoot, now hearing someone laughing, almost a "Ha Ha Ha" on the roof of my house. I was very irratated at this point.
I have a shoot first policy and let that thief have it with 3 rounds. I'm certain at least one impacted the suspect in the dark as he stood there on my roof, a twinkle in his eye.
That's when my wife came to the door and told me that the cookies on the fireplace mantle had all been eaten and the eggnog drank.
At this point the suspect had fallen off the roof and his getaway sled was leaving the scene fast. And I noticed this man in a red suit trying to make a dash for the woods.
That's when I figured out that I'd been on the bad list my entire life, and perhaps if it truly was Santa, I would take my revenge now. I dropped the intruder with the next shot.
Fear struck through my heart as daylight came up and I got a better look.... I'd just taken Santa out.
My apologies for any gifts he did not deliver after my house.
But on a good note, I did get my AR-15 magazines I'd asked for so I must have made the "Good" list this year!
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Don't expect that to hold him for long. My Grandfather shot Santa when I was very young, and I have witnesses!
We were all tucked in our beds, and supposed to be sleeping, but you know how hard it is to sleep when Santa's in route.
We heard a clatter, and Grandpa started arguing with someone else about TOO MUCH WEIGHT on the roof he himself built!
He yelled to get that dang sled and those animals off his roof before it gave way! Oh, he was mad. They argued, and suddenly there were TWO SHOTS, and we ran out in our pajamas to find gramps with a smoking shotgun, 2 sled tracks across the roof, what had to be deer tracks, and a big red blood stain in the roof snow, and Santa was gone!
Grandpa built that house by hand, and materials were in short supply due to the war. Anything that would hold a nail for shingles was used to build it, and he was sure Santa was about to destroy his roof in the dead of winter, and that would never do, so he shot him.
Santa must be related to wolverine though, because he did return later that same night, and still left our presents.
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