Jon slowly turned his head and saw the real Santa Claus. And just like what the elf had told him, this Santa wasn't like the one in stories. He still wore red, but he looked very gaunt and pale. And instead of a fluffy white beard, he had a gnarled black one.
He stared at Jon with eyes of rage. "You dare bring a filthy human into my house?!" he yelled at the elf.
"I'm sorry, Master," the elf said, bowing. "He just appeared here. I don't know how he ..."
"Silence!" His eyes narrowed onto Jon. "All trespassers shall succumb to a punishment, as I have decreed."
"Punishment? What kind of punishment?" Jon asked.
"How dare you speak without permission!" he yelled. "For your insolence, your punishment shall be ..."
