“Die you crazy fat son of a……”, screamed Grinch as he raised his gun.  He opened fire at almost the same time Santa did.  They blasted away at each other until both ran out of ammo.  Grinch, hit several times by Santa’s fire, slowly sank to his knees.  Santa slowly limped up to his foe and stared down at him.  Grinch looked up at him. “Why?  We could have been partners.  Together…we could have ran the world.  Why all this?”, he asked.  “No one takes away my holiday!”, answered Santa as he produced a hand grenade. He pulled the pin out with his teeth and said, “You’re on my naughty list this year!  Here’s your lump of coal!”   Santa dropped the grenade on the ground in front of Grinch, turned and limped away.  Grinch stared down at it, to weak to move. 

Twenty seconds later, there was an explosion behind Santa.  He smiled and said out loud to himself, “Merry Christmas…Mr. Grinch!”

THE END