（外文电子版资料）Koontz, Dean - Santas Twin.pdf

file:///G|/rah/Dean%20R.%20Koontz/Dean%20R.%20Koontz%20-%20Santas%20Twin.txt Santas Twin by Dean Koontz Well, now Thanksgiving is safely past, more turkey eaten this year than last, more stuffing stuffed, more yams jammed into our mouths, and using both hands, coleslaw in slews, biscuits by twos, all of us too fat to fit in our shoes. So let’s look ahead to the big holiday that’s coming, coming, coming our way. I’m sure you know just what day I mean. It’s not Easter Sunday, not Halloween. It’s not a day to be sad or listless. It’s a day of wonder. It’s Christmas! Charlotte and Emily love this season. They’re kids, so they have good reason to dream all year of that special eve because they truly and deeply believe a gift-giving fat man flies the sky, with toys and goodies galore. No lie! He’ll soon be up there and on his way in a maximum-cool, cherry-red sleigh with camouflage stars on the underside, taking the wildest of all thrill rides, like a roller coaster on tracks of air, pulled by reindeer harnessed in pairs. So someday soon, they’ll put up a tree. Why only one? Maybe two, maybe three! Deck it with tinsel and baubles bright. It’ll be an amazing and wonderful sight. String colored lights out on the roof- pray none are broken by anything’s hoof. Salt down the shingles to melt the ice. If Santa fell, it just wouldn’t be nice. He might fracture his leg or even be cut, perhaps even break his big jolly butt. They don’t want Santa’s butt in a sling. What a ghastly, bad, unthinkable thing. Oh, wait! I just heard terrible news. Hope it won’t give you Christmas blues. Santa was mugged, tied up, and gagged, blindfolded, ear-stoppled, and bagged, locked in his cellar under the Pole, down in a dismal, deep, dark, dank hole. Hark! The sound of silver sleigh bells echoes high over the hills and the dells. And look-reindeer far up in the sky! Some silly goose has taught them to fly. The driver giggle