Not a kids' story
Blake "The Grinch" Alexander is suffering the Christmas blues again as a Santa's helper for a case and his son Lance isn't helping him either.
This a dark Santa Christmas story that is not child friendly. The only green monster in this story Is a Christmas tree on the cover.
Christmas carols rang around the photo with Santa area a child wandered up to Santa Claus and sat on his lap.
"What do you want little boy," moaned Santa who sounded like he would rather be somewhere else.
Nearby Santa's adult son watched him joyfully.
"I cannot believe you got Blake playing Santa again he hates Christmas," said Santa's wife Angela to her stepson.
"It wasn't me It was Argent a Santa in the Santa's agency was murdered. He's undercover as Santa to find the killer," said Santa's son Lance.
Lance left his stepmother and walked over to his father shouting "Grinch, are you trying to steal Christmas again?"
Santa moaned and tossed off the child ignoring him.
"What do you want, boy to kill Christmas too," Santa moaned at his serial killer son.
"The Grinch has to go feed the dead, come back later," said Lance glaring with eyes like fire at the nervous crying children who wanted to sit on Santa's lap.
"Congratulations you've killed Christmas," moaned Santa feeling pity for the scared children, "Ignore the bad man he's getting coal for Christmas."
"I'm not going there, dad," said his son knowing giving coal was unwoke and he could have said many things but didn't.
"Oh come with me you brat!" said Santa dragging his son away.