Here’s a short story for you. Happy Christmas!

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They came pouring out of Korvatunturi on Boxing Day. A tsunami of red, grey and green swarming over our cities. They were so small you might have thought we stood a better chance. But their tiny mouths were filled with teeth that tore raw flesh from bone and steel from stud.

I was one of the lucky few who managed to escape the first wave. I got caught trying to sail to Stockholm with a few friends and some family around Easter.

They shut us in, packaged us like toys waiting for the children to open the presents under the tree. They unwrapped us at Midsummer. I was one of the lucky ones. I was still strong and got sent to a factory. The ones who couldn’t even walk anymore… I never saw what happened to them but I heard the screams from a mile away.

We make dolls with blood-red lips and empty smiles. We make all the toys for all the good little girls and boys. Every now and then someone hums a few bars of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”. The elves take them away before they get to the reprise.

I have a bottle stashed away. I’ll try to get away for long enough to throw it in the ocean. If you’re reading this, you’d better watch out.

Christmas is coming.