The smell of piss filtered into my nose, damn little kids never could keep the bladder full when they got truely scared. I just looked him in the eyes and smiled as he shook in his bed. I crouched there at the foot of his bed his mom's head in my hands her cold eyes staring back at him just like I stared at him. 

"Oh my little boy wet the bed again.. I need to wash his sheets" I said in a mocking tone of his mother's voice as I moved the jaw on the head. The stench of shit filled the air as I tossed his mother's head across the room. Kids seriously the worst part of this job. I moved closer to little stink pile as he scrambled out of bed and darted to for the door. So the little creep did have a little bravery in him. With a flick of my wrist the door slammed shut in his face.

"Oh my dear.. you not going anyplace I have a job to do" I said as I lept off the bed and moved closer to him. "I have to take care of all the bad little kids" I chuckled as I backed him into a corner. Oh lovely he pissed himself again and now its all over my feet... Seriously kids gotta love them. I picked the little shit up by his throat and started to sing jingle bells as I broke his fingers one by one. The gurgled screams almost blocking out my singing, but I just kept on. I was going to take my time with this one, he did piss on me after all. Once I finshed with his fingers I looked down at him. Surpised the little shit didn't pass out yet. I moved the hand I used to break his fingers to his stomach and slowly ripped it open pulling and tugging at his instesties. 

This made him wiggle some as the his life slowly flickered away and I grinned getting an idea in my head. See there was a third member of this house hold, the only good "kid" and I gathered up my supplies. Skipping down the hall and down the steps singing chrismas toons...

As morning came I was gone and the father went down stairs to start the morning coffe. Though he didn't make it far, one look at the tree he saw the best chirstmas decorations I ever did make..