A bunch of kids prepping this new mall get snowed in, and by an amazing coincidence that's so amazing it's actually stupid, it just so happens that almost every one of them hurt the same old geezer's feelings at one time or another. If you ask me the guy sounds like a goddamned pussy, but irregardless his grandson wants revenge so he dresses up as Santa and starts killing everybody. The killer Santa is time-honored holiday classic, but this book fucks everything up. First off, the murders are way too convoluted and ridiculous. Whatever happened to stabbing? And you know how in comic books everyone always announces what's happening or what they're about to do, even when it's totally obvious? "Now I'll use my fists to pummel his face! Oh no, the moon is crashing into the Earth!" Well that's how everybody in this book talks; you'd think it was an adaptation for radio or something. The absolute biggest insult though is the end, where a couple of snowmobiles magically fall out of the writer's twat just so the remaining kids can use them to escape. Seriously, fuck you, you hack bitch. It takes a special lack of talent to fuck up an idea as cool as "killer Santa on the loose in a deserted mall", but obviously this dumb broad has it in spades. Or doesn't have it. Whatever.