Santa fighting zombies… I mean, do I really need to write more? Fine…then hold on to the nearest hard reindeer cock, things are about to get red jolly suit tinselly weird.

On a routine Christmas eve, after a fight with the new Mrs. Claus, who I’m obligated to point out has a great rack…boobs I mean, not reindeer, Santa finds himself drunk, cranky, and living in his past…did I mention he’s cranky? And, grumpy as shit, and preloaded will the latest Christmas profanities.

After a poor start to his only real day working all year, Santa against his analytic department’s best-laid plans, overrides the sleigh's autopilot and makes a pit stop at the only house whose cookies he’s ever loved. A poor landing and ironman-like entrance into the house later, Santa stumbles into something he had no desire to be part of - at least that he knows of. See, Santa isn’t who you think he is…not that he really knows either. Did I mention the thing he stumbles drunkenly into was zombies? Because it is. Zombies on Christmas eve…Santa Claus fighting f-----g zombies.

This surprisingly emotional and frightening vulgar novella will be on the top of every zombie and Christmas-loving listeners' list. Snuggled deep in the Aurora Wasteland, Vaughn Ashby’s literary universe, this is a stand-alone novella that fits into the larger narrative.