I Have Some Explaining To Do, Kinda

Darkness falls, the night is creeping in. A haunting feeling crawls on your skin. Put the kids to bed and lock the doors. You do so carefully, sliding across the floors. There is something about tonight I just don't like. If it is ever going to happen, tonight it will strike. After a while they check on the kids, kiss there foreheads. They pull the covers tight over them, they are secure in their beds. Eyes widen with every little scratch and creak they hear. Blood rushing through their veins as if they were pumping fear. They look at one another, minutes seem like hours. They stare out the window, can't see anything in the snow showers. Eyes begin to get heavy, but I must stay awake. Because my family this creature will not take. A short while later, they hear something on the roof above. Dad grabs his shotgun and holds it tightly with his glove. All of a sudden they see someone, he is caught. The dad gets him with one fast draw and shot. The kids come running and instantly drop their jaws. What did you do dad, you forget its Christmas, you killed Santa Clause. Ohh, I knew I was forgetting something about today. Well kids merry Christmas, we got you 8 reindeer and a sleigh:)