Christy-Final Assignment-Santa Claus

I padded into the living room and spotted Santa Claus…
He was bending down by the Christmas tree, which was hung with gold garland and family ornaments. The moment I walked in, he stood up very suddenly without turning to face me. I could only see his back, and on that furry red suit was an embroidered patch that said “if you read this, you’re definitely getting coal.” I saw Santa’s bag lying on the carpet, I blinked, thinking I was tired, but I wasn’t mistaken; there really was a shotgun poking out between the presents.
Santa was very still, and then he said
“Ho…ho…ho…”
My mouth was as dry as beef jerky, and that was before Santa turned to face me. With his big, black-booted foot, he turned on the spot and looked right at me. It didn’t make me feel any better when I saw that his boots had spikes on them and silver spurs on the back.
By the light radiating from the tree, I saw his eyes, piercing my own, they were not brilliant blue, but dark as a cave. Santa said nothing. He strode forward and grasped my arm with surprising force and dragged me from the room. He took me to the chimney, “thank goodness I put out the fire” I thought. He kept a tight grip on my arm as we scrambled up through the soot. My breath started to condense in the air, and as I looked over the rim of bricks, I did not see reindeer. I heard a roaring sound, the starting of engines, and a dozen people, dressed in leather jackets with red velvet trim. I crawled out of the hole, covered in soot and shivering like crazy. The gang of Santa bikers whooped and hollered as they saw me. The biggest and most expensive bike was Santa’s, of course. He thrust at me a jewel encrusted helmet that said “Prancer” on it, and stuck me in the sidecar.
The sound of engines was tremendous, as the flock, led by Santa roared off my roof-top.