Meanwhile (the rhyming is over now by the way), in his secret headquarters hidden somewhere in the sewers of New York, El Choncho, the evil Tenth, was planning an evil scheme of mass murder. Surrounding him were thousands of department store Santas whom he had abducted and brainwashed into mindless killing machines. In their sacks were not preasents for good little boys and girls, but swords, knives, clubs, and other cruel weapons that he had made by a tribe of Orcs living deep in the Amazon Jungle. His plan was simple but murderous, he would release the Santas so that they could all go to work the next day to listen to little children's Christmas wishes. In the mind of the Santas was a trigger word. He chose the word Barbie because he knew that all over the world millions of little girls dreamed of getting a new Barbie doll on Chirstmas Day. When an innocent little girl, or in San Francisco a boy, asked for a Barbie the Santa would fall into a murderous rage, open his deadly sack and begin to slaughter everyone in sight. None of the killer Santas would remember their time with El Choncho or the killings they would commit, so nothing could be traced back to evil mastermind. He would remain hidden in the sewers and watch the carnage from his magical seeing stone that he had taken from Makabendrix when he fled from the onslaught of Macho Mesa. "Tomorrow...," he cackled after he had teleported all of the sinister Santas back to their homes. "will be a glorious day for evil!!"

As dawn's fingers reached the island of Macho Mesa, the evil Santas had already killed hundreds throughout Asia and Europe. But that was only a small portion of the killer Chris Kringles. Almost 90% of the deadly Santas were from America. Along the Eastern Seaboard the killings had been going on for over an hour. In New York alone almost 200 men, women, and children had been killed before the Santas had been gunned down by police. As the sun rose over the Macho Mountains the phone rang. Duende, being a light sleeper answered the phone after only 10 rings. "Ughh... ello," said Duende sleepily.

"My God! It's madness!" exclaimed the voice on the other side. "Their killing everywhere!"

"What? Who is this? Who's killing?" asked Duende, now wide awake.

"For the love of god man, I'm George Bush!" the President cried. "And Santas are killing! Santas are killing everywhere!"

Even as the President spoke the madness had begun west of the Mississippi. Duende bent his will toward the east. What he saw will haunt his Christmases for the rest of his life: Blood-stainded cotton beards, insane knife-wielding Santas, dead parents clutching their murdered children. Duende lost his breath and felt sick. "No..." he gasped in a harsh whisper. He could not talk, he could not call out to his brothers. So he did the only thing he could, though he felt sad and angry at having to do such a horrible thing to them, he projected his thoughts into their minds so they could all see the images he had seen. They all awoke at once, some yelling in pain. Almost instantly they were ready and were screaming across the sky in their Macho Jets. Huevos, Fantasmas Mas Palomas and El Torso landed in California and Huevos immediately began running from store to store like a blur, snapping the necks of store Santas, some before they had even been triggered to violence. Fantasmas and El Torso rushed from store to store and with in a hour California was rid of its Santa menace. They then headed to Navada and Utah.

Sueltos Frijoles and Duende Gallo battled the killer Clauses in Washingon and Oregon, and then worked their way east into Idaho and Montana, and down into the Midwest.

Caliente and Choni Susio flew to Texas, and then made their ways through the other States on the Gulf of Mexico. Cerviche went to eliminate any remaining Santas on the East Coast. And Oso Verde smashed though Arizona department stores, leaving crushed and crippled Santas in his wake.

The Amigos had been contacted by Duende and they too joined in the fight. Running Big Calf left arrows in many Santas throughout New Mexico, and Bundy rampaged through Colorado, destroying not only department store Santas, but he also smashed any Santa decorations he passed.

All joined in the fight except Ese Cabron. He had gone to the nearest mall, but when he saw the jolly fat man standing over a little boy with a spiked club he froze and fell to the ground, for he was terrified of Santa Claus. When Ese was 7 years old his father worked as a store Santa. One Chirstmas Eve he came home drunk and beat Ese with a length of garden hose, ever sense Ese has been afraid of Santa and hated Christmas. As the others were taking out Santas as fast as they could, Ese stood and watched as kids were murdered before his vary eyes. He screamed and cried but he could not make himself move. More people fell to the insane Santa while Ese Stood motionless. Slowly Ese forced himslef to move foward, his will hardening with each step. Before him the Santa held a screaming little girl by her hair and raised his brutal club in the air. As the Santa brought the club down apon the girls head, Ese lept and pushed the girl out of the way, as the club smashed down on his back and its spikes were driven through his body. With the last of Ese's strength, a hairy spike impaled the Santa as another hairy tendril wrapped around his head and slowly twisted it off.

As Ese lay there dying, another Santa appeared before him. "No..." Ese coughed blood onto the white tile floor. "No... more." Ese could feel the blood pumping out of him with each heart beat. "Can't fight...any more."

"Ssssh my child," whispered the man in the red suit. "Do not fear, for I am the real Santa Claus. I am proud of you Luis. You have over come your fear and saved the life of a little girl," he said with a sad smile. "For this I will give you the gift of life. If you accept it"

Ese looked around at the people he could have saved if he had acted sooner. His eyes filled with tears. "What about them?" he sobbed. "They're the ones who should be alive, not me."

Santa Claus smiled at Ese and said "You gave your life for this little girl, and now you would give it again for those you could not save. You are indeed a true hero." Leaning down the old man kissed Ese Cabron's forehead and whispered: "So be it. I am not God, but I will use all the powers that I have." A warm light began to irradiate from Santa Claus and spread until filled the store. Then in a flash that spanned the globe, he disappeared. More than ten thousand people had died that day. Through Ese's sacrafice more than half of them were brought back to life.

A unknown voice told Duende of Ese's death, and of gift to the world. The rest of Macho Mesa gathered around his body and wept. They then took his body and burried in the graveyard at Macho Mesa. On a large marbel tombstone thses words were written:

We will miss you Ese