Santa fighting Zombies. I mean do I really need to write more?
Fine. then hold on to the nearest hard reindeer cock, things are about to get red jolly suit tinselly weird.
On a routine Christmas eve, after a fight with the new Mrs. Claus, who I'm obligated to point out has a great rack. boobs I mean not reindeer, Santa finds himself drunk, cranky, and living in his past. did I mention he's cranky? And grumpy as shit, and preloaded will the latest Christmas profanities.
After a poor start to his only real day working all year, Santa against his analytic department's best-laid plans, overrides the sleighs autopilot and makes a pit stop at the only house whose cookies he's ever loved.
A poor landing and ironman-like entrance into the house later, Santa stumbles into something he had no desire to be part of. at least that he knows of. See Santa isn't who you think he is. not that he really knows either.

Did I mention the thing he stumbles drunkenly into was zombies? Because it is. Zombies on Christmas eve. Santa Claus fighting fucking zombies.
This surprisingly emotional and frightening vulgar novella will be on the top of every Zombie and Christmas loving readers list. Snuggled deep in the Aurora Wasteland, Vaughn Ashby's literary universe, this is a stand alone novella that fits into the larger narrative.