The Haunted Holidays

[creaking door] "Welcome, foolish mortals, to Santa's Playhouse! Mwu-ha-ha-haa!" [dog howls]
"Please, come into the firelight, won't you?"

"Our candles are made with only the most festive blood-red wax. It helps bring out the holiday spirits, you see." [wind blowing]

[water drips] "Don't mind the cobwebs; we find they give the Playhouse a homey feel."

"Now, I'm sure you're just dying to meet Santa, aren't you?" [heart beating] "Well, here he is! Ahahahaha!"

"Loook into my eeeeyes..."

[door slams] [running feet]

"Wait, where are you going, my friends? Don't you want your Polaroid? Only $12.99!!"

Beth A., Deanna T., and Bradley W., hurry baa-aaack. Hurry baa-aaack!