The gothic Santa turned towards Jon and said "Do I look like a fucking Zoe to you?" he asked, his voice cold and bitter. "My name is Santa Claus. Next time, get it right, asshole." Then he shoved Jon out of the way and headed downstairs.
Jon was stunned, to say the least. Santa Claus was supposed to be a cheerful loving person, in the stories, but this Santa wasn't anything like that.
He briefly wondered if his wish might have made everyone think that Santa was supposed to be like the one he just met. He really hoped not. That would be terrible.
"Santa, is that really you?" Jon suddenly heard his brother Mikey say, from downstairs.
"Of course it's me. Who the fuck else would it be?" Santa asked back. "Now get the fuck outta my way."
Thinking that Mikey might have a bad reaction to this Santa, Jon hurried back downstairs.
