This is for Loren Eaton’s annual Advent Ghosts.
What scares Father Christmas?
What scares Father Christmas?
Death?
Disease?
Famine?
That other one nobody seems to remember? What is it? Taxes?
No.
A bump in the night.
A house with no chimney.
A floor covered in those tiny plastic building blocks, near-invisible to the eye of a thousand year old man?
Not at all.
Too many cookies?
Not enough cookies?
Lactose free?
Gluten free?
Soy?
Not even close.
Taco Tuesday in the Elf cantina, and the ensuing chaotic aftermath.
Taco Tuesday, my dear friends, is what keeps that jolly old elf Kriss Kringle, Papa Noel, good old Saint Nick, awake at night.
The Struggling Writer 