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… So, it was Mommy! Mommy wouldn’t be mad at Virginia if she caught her putting presents under the tree. Mommy would just chase her back up to bed. Ever so quietly she began to creep down the stairs, clinging tightly to the banister.

Halfway down the stairs she stopped and looked down into the living room. There was a soft red glow coming from the embers in the fireplace. Underneath her, on the couch, Mommy was laying down with her arms around Santa Claus.

Virginia caught her breath, then shouted “Santa Claus!”

Santa looked up at Virginia. A soft trickle of her mother’s blood ran from his lips into his thick white beard. Underneath him, Virginia’s mommy moaned softly. …

excerpted from Yes, Virginia, There is a Vampire