The story behind it
Christmas Eve, 23:58
Every family has that one uncle. Ours got a hunting licence in November.
Christmas Eve, 23:58. Something with a glowing red nose lands on our roof. Uncle shoots first. Asks questions never.
The kids cried. Santa cried. The nose kept glowing. Still does. Uncle says it's cheaper than fairy lights.
We never got our presents. Turns out nobody else knew the way.
Christmas is cancelled. Rudolf had it coming.








