(Written for Friday Fictioneers)
You are famous – there are those who are awed by you and want to emulate you in every way. Flattering? Of course!
You are famous – killed for being so lovable, set in stone for the rest of eternity, someone steals your identity and parades around pretending to be you. Flattering? No way!
Welcome to the wo-duh-rld of San Claude.
Have you perchance seen that bulge-bellied, red-donning, sack-carrying, bearded man? That’s the crook. Goes by the name ‘Santa Claus’. Hand him o’er to the sheriff the next time you see him.
And the ‘HO-HO-HO!’ was originally my signature laugh.