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  Santa's Twin

  by Dean Koontz

  Well, now Thanksgiving is safely past,

  more turkey eaten this year than last,

  more stuffing stuffed, more yams jammed

  into our mouths, and using both hands,

  coleslaw in slews, biscuits by twos,

  all of us too fat to fit in our shoes.

  So let’s look ahead to the big holiday

  that’s coming, coming, coming our way.

  I’m sure you know just what day I mean.

  It’s not Easter Sunday, not Halloween.

  It’s not a day to be sad or listless.

  It’s a day of wonder. It’s Christmas!

  Charlotte and Emily love this season.

  They’re kids, so they have good reason

  to dream all year of that special

  eve because they truly and deeply believe

  a gift-giving fat man flies the sky,

  with toys and goodies galore. No lie!

  He’ll soon be up there and on his way

  in a maximum-cool, cherry-red sleigh

  with camouflage stars on the underside,

  taking the wildest of all thrill rides,

  like a roller coaster on tracks of air,

  pulled by reindeer harnessed in pairs.

  So someday soon, they’ll put up a tree.

  Why only one? Maybe two, maybe three!

  Deck it with tinsel and baubles bright.

  It’ll be an amazing and wonderful sight.

  String colored lights out on the roof-

  pray none are broken by anything’s hoof.

  Salt down the shingles to melt the ice.

  If Santa fell, it just wouldn’t be nice.

  He might fracture his leg or even be cut,

  perhaps even break his big jolly butt.

  They don’t want Santa’s butt in a sling.

  What a ghastly, bad, unthinkable thing.

  Oh, wait! I just heard terrible news.

  Hope it won’t give you Christmas blues.

  Santa was mugged, tied up, and gagged,

  blindfolded, ear-stoppled, and bagged,

  locked in his cellar under the Pole,

  down in a dismal, deep, dark, dank hole.

  Hark! The sound of silver sleigh bells

  echoes high over the hills and the dells.

  And look-reindeer far up in the sky!

  Some silly goose has taught them to fly.

  The driver giggles quite like a loon-

  a madman, a goofball, a thug, or a goon.

  Something is wrong-any fool could tell.

  If this is Santa, then Santa’s not well.

  His mean little eyes spin just like tops.

  So somebody better quick call the cops!

  A closer look confirms his psychosis.

  And-oh, my dear-really bad halitosis.

  Beware when Christmas comes this year,

  because there’s something new to fear.

  Santa’s twin-who is rude and mean-

  stole the sleigh, will make the scene.

  He’s pretending to be his good brother.

  Guard your beloved children, Mother!

  Down the chimney and into your home,

  here comes that deeply troubled gnome.

  Reindeer sweep down out of the night.

  See how each is brimming with fright?

  Tossing their heads, rolling their eyes,

  these gentle animals are all so wise-

  they know this Santa isn’t their friend,

  but an imposter and far ‘round the bend.

  They would stampede for all they’re worth,

  dump this nut off the edge of the earth.

  But Santa’s bad brother carries a whip,

  a club, a chocolate-cream pie at his hip,

  a blackjack, spitballs-you better run!-

  and a fearful, horrible, wicked ray gun.

  They land on the roof, quiet and sneaky.

  Oh, but this Santa is fearfully freaky.

  He whispers a warning to each reindeer,

  leaning close to make sure they hear:

  “You have relatives back at the Pole-

  antlered, gentle, quite innocent souls.

  “So if you fly off while I’m inside,

  back to the Pole on a plane I will ride.

  I’ll have a picnic in the midnight sun:

  reindeer pie, pate, reindeer in a bun,

  reindeer salad, and hot reindeer soup,

  oh, all sorts of tasty reindeer goop.”

  At the chimney, he looks down the bricks.

  But that entrance is strictly for hicks.

  With all his tools, a way in can be found

  for a fat, bearded burglar out on the town.

  From roof to backyard to the kitchen door,

  he chuckles about what he has in store

  for the good family that’s sleeping within.

  He grins his biggest and nastiest grin.

  Oh, what a creep, what a scum and a louse.

  He’s boldly breaking into their house!

  With picks, loids, gwizzels, and zocks,

  he quickly and silently opens both locks.

  He enters the kitchen without a sound.

  Now chances for devilment truly abound.

  He opens the fridge and eats all the cake,

  pondering what sort of mess he can make.

  First he pours milk all over the floor,

  pickles, pudding, and ketchup-and more!

  He scatters the bread-white and rye-

  and finally he spits right into the pie.

  At the corkboard by the phone and

  stool, he sees drawings the kids did at school.

  Emily has painted a kind, smiling face.

  Charlotte has drawn elephants in space.

  The villain takes out a red felt-tip pen,

  taps it, uncaps it, chuckles, and then,

  on both pictures, scrawls the word “Poo!”

  he always knows the worst things to do.

  His mad giggles continue to bubble,

  while he gets into far greater trouble.

  He’s hugely more evil than he is brave,

  so then, after he loads up the microwave

  with ten whole pounds of popping corn

  (oh, we should rue the day he was born),

  he turns and runs right out of the room,

  because that old oven is gonna go BOOM!

  He prowls the downstairs-wicked, mean-

  looking to cause yet one more bad scene.

  When he sees the presents under the tree,

  he says, “Time for a gift-swapping spree!

  I’ll take out all the really good stuff,

  then box up dead fish, cat poop, and fluff.

  “In the morning these kiddies will find

  coffee grounds, peach pits, orange rinds,

  old stones, mud pies, and rotten potatoes,

  hairballs, dead fish, and spoiled tomatoes.

  Instead of nice sweaters, games, and toys,

  they’ll get slimy stinky stuff that annoys.”

  Charlotte and Emmy are up in their beds,

  dreams of Christmas filling their heads.

  Suddenly a sound startles these sleepers.

  They sit up in bed and open their peepers.

  Nothing should be stirring, not one mouse,

  but the girls sense a villain in the house.

  You can call it psychic, a hunch, osmosis,

  or maybe they smell the troll’s halitosis.

  They leap out of bed, forgetting slippers,

  two brave and foolhardy little nippers.

  “Something’s amiss,” young Emily whispers.

  But they can han
dle it-they’re sisters!

  Down in the living room, under the tree,

  Santa’s evil twin is chortling with glee.

  He’s got a collection of gift replacements

  taken from dumps, sewers, and basements.

  He replaces a nice watch meant for Lottie

  with a nasty gift for a girl who’s naughty,

  which is one thing Lottie has never been.

  Forgetting her vitamins is her biggest sin.

  In place of the watch, he wraps up a clot

  of horrid, glistening, greenish toad snot.

  From a package for Emily, he steals a doll

  and gives her a new gift sure to appall.

  It’s slimy, rancid, and starting to fizz.

  Not even the villain knows what it is.

  The stink could stop a big runaway truck,

  it’s such gooey, gluey, woozy-making muck.

  In jammies, slipperless, now on the prowl,

  the girls go looking for whatever’s foul.

  Right to the top of the stairs they zoom,

  making less noise than moths in a tomb.

  They’re both so delicate, slim, and petite,

  and both of them have such tiny pink feet.

  How can these small girls hope to fight

  a Santa who’s liable to kick and to bite,

  who has a chocolate-cream pie for throwing,

  and a fearful ray gun that’s softly glowing?

  Are these girls trained in tae kwon do?

  No, no, I’m afraid that the answer is no.

  Grenades tucked in their jammie pockets?

  Lasers implanted inside their eye sockets?

  No, no, I’m afraid that the answer is no.

  Yet down, down the shadowy stairs they go.

  The danger below, they can’t comprehend.

  This Santa has gone far round the bend.

  He’s meaner than flu, toothaches, blisters.

  But they’re tough too-they’re sisters.

  In the front room, at one of the trees

  the bad twin of Santa is on his knees,

  giggling as he stuffs another gift box

  with a few pairs of his smelly old socks.

  He snorts and he chortles with evil glee

  and mutters, “No one will know it was me.

  “They’ll blame my brother, Chris Kringle,

  and then next Christmas the merry jingle

  of sleigh bells will alarm and terrorize.

  Every little kid will watch the skies

  and scream aloud when the sleigh appears.

  Oh, for one hundred or two hundred years,

  “Santa Claus will be feared, distrusted,

  because everyone will still be disgusted

  by all the tricks that I play this night.

  They’ll never forgive the harm and fright.

  The toad snot and snail spit! The slime!

  This scheme of mine is superb, sublime!

  “The gift-wrapped broccoli and the spinach!

  Oh, my goody-goody brother is finished.

  Brussel-sprouts candy and unsweetened yams,

  Chicken-gizzard jelly! Lima-bean jams!

  Boxes full of spiders, worms, and bugs!

  Old Santa won’t be getting any more hugs.

  Instead, kids will scream, run, and hide,

  and not one child on the earth will abide

  the sight of his jolly, merry old face.

  The cops will be hunting him everyplace.

  “Searching alleys, cellars, and attics

  from tropical jungles up to the Arctic.

  If they jail him-won’t that be funny?

  Then I’ll go after the Easter bunny!”

  From the doorway, the girls have heard

  every shocking, horrid, despicable word.

  Christmas is now theirs alone to save.

  They must be bold. They must be brave.

  The troll left his ray gun out of reach.

  Emmy sneaks to it. Isn’t she a peach?

  Lottie makes fists of her small hands.

  Oh, the time has come to make a stand.

  Holding the ray gun, Emmy says, “Freeze!”

  The troll insists: “Better say ‘please.’”

  He rises-a giant. He turns and growls.

  He hisses, grumbles, and softly howls.

  His eyes spin. His nose spouts steam.

  He’s a Santa monster from a had dream,

  capering, threatening: “Booga-ooga-boo!”

  Lottie says, “We aren’t scared of you.”

  The elf declares, “I eat kids for lunch.

  I eat ‘em for breakfast-by the bunch.

  Sometimes I eat children for supper too,

  baked in a crust or cooked in a stew.”

  Lottie says, “Listen, mister, you framed

  your brother, and you oughta be ashamed.”

  Waving the ray gun, young Emmy commands,

  “Up with your hands, up with your hands!

  “This alien weapon will turn you to dust.

  Or maybe to cinders. Or maybe to rust.

  Or maybe to cornflakes or maybe to mice.

  Whatever it does, I’m sure it’s not nice.”

  The troll is not merely evil but quick.

  Up his big sleeve he has one more trick.

  From his hip holster he suddenly draws

  a chocolate-cream pie. He knows no laws.

  He’s a gangster, a thug, a bad boy indeed,

  and he flings the pie with fearful speed.

  Lottie studies ballet and has some grace.

  She spins-but still gets pie in the face.

  Emmy fires the ray gun. Oh, no! Oh, no!

  The living room magically fills with snow.

  It’s a weather gun, some strange device.

  The fireplace mantel is all hung with ice.

  From out of the ceiling a blizzard falls,

  drifting over furniture and up the walls.

  The malevolent elf can’t repress a giggle.

  “From this one, child, you cannot wriggle.

  For this big mess, you won’t be thanked.

  In fact, I bet you’re gonna get spanked.

  Spanked so hard that your ears will slip

  all the way down, down, down to your lips.”

  Then instead of cooking them in a stew

  or brewing some tasty little-girl brew,

  the giggling troll flees into the night.

  The girls give chase, ‘cause it isn't right

  that he should be allowed to skip and run

  after ruining Christmas, spoiling the fun.

  Like many bullies, he’s bluster and bluff.

  He’s not really made of very stem stuff.

  The two girls chase him out the front door.

  He slip-slides across the icy porch floor,

  falls down the steps, flat on the ground,

  and lands with a rubbery, blubbery sound.

  The sisters run barefoot into the snow

  to make sure he doesn’t jump up and go.

  “Knocked himself silly. What’ll we do?”

  asks Charlotte as her pink feet turn blue.

  Suddenly eight reindeer descend from above,

  each deer flying with the grace of a dove

  to the snowy lawn in front of the house,

  making less sound than one wary mouse.

  A deer says, “Christmas mustn’t be bleak.”

  Emmy gasps, “Since when do reindeer speak?”

  “Magical reindeer,” Charlotte supposes.

  In agreement the deer twitch their noses.

  One reindeer licks at Charlotte’s face

  and says, “My, what a very unusual place

  to find chocolate pudding Christmas night.”

  Lottie replies, “I was in a pie fight.”

  Girls, you must come with us to the Pole.

  Santa’s in a dismal, deep, dark, dank hole.

 
We’ve deliveries to make-games and toys-

  to millions and millions of girls and boys.”

  The sisters aren’t dressed for the Pole

  or for any dismal, deep, dark, dank hole.

  So the reindeer wiggle their magic snoots,

  and now the girls are standing in boots.

  Pajamas transform into snowsuits of red,

  nothing at all like what they wore to bed.

  Woolen mittens, long scarves, jaunty caps,

  “What about a driver’s license and maps?”

  “No maps are needed,” or so the deer say.

  “No license required to drive this sleigh-

  just a lot of faith and a good pure heart.

  That’s all that you need to do your part.”

  They have a problem with Santa’s had twin,

  who’s flat on the ground on belly and chin.

  He’s knocked out cold. Wow, does he snore!

  Loading him into the sleigh-what a chore.

  First the old troll must be tied up tight

  to prevent trouble the rest of the night.

  They bind him fast with jump ropes and Slinkys

  and tie his long mustache to his pinkies.

  Lifting him into the sleigh-they’ll fail,

  because he weighs half as much as a whale.

  Reindeer noses twitch-the magic is back.

  Something stirs in the real Santa’s sack.

  Teddy bears, stuffed dogs, toy monkeys too:

  all spring to life. It’s a magical zoo.

  They help the girls load up the evil Claus,

  using their hands, their tails, their paws.

  With huffing and puffing the job gets done,

  although heaving an evil Claus is no fun.

  The last toy returns to the sack with a wave,

  and Lottie grabs the reins. She’s so brave!

  In the sleigh Emmy sits by her sister’s side

  and says to the deer, “Let’s start this ride.

 

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