No Presents for Christmas
an excerpt

Warning: This novel contains material suitable only for older/mature audiences. As I am not aware of what is, and isn't, allowed on these excerpts, I am going to edit out the strong language and explicit lines of text.

Prologue

December 22, 1980 – Wyton, Ontario, Canada

Amongst the hustle and bustle during the Christmas season there stood one man who could not stomach it all. His name was Jacob Goldstein.

Jacob hated Christmas and all the hoopla surrounding the holiday. In fact, Jacob did not like people at all. He had no friends. He no longer associated with his family. He held a job that allowed him to work from home. It didn’t pay much, but it allowed Jacob to live the lifestyle he chose to live.

Speaking of home, it was rare that Jacob left his. He was only out today because he needed some supplies. He normally avoided the general public as much as he could during the Christmas season, but these supplies could not wait. What were these supplies that Jacob needed so badly? Only Jacob knew, and he didn’t intend for anyone else to know. Well, outside of whatever jackass that would be checking him out on this day.

As Jacob got closer to his destination, he began to sweat and shake a little. It was something his body would do when he got anxious and excited. He double-checked that he had his credit card on him. He would need it in order to pay for his items.

While his hand was down his pocket, Jacob bumped into a man looking for donations. You know the ones – the ones with the coin container and the Santa bell. Well this one had the nerve to be in Jacob’s way on this very special day. “*******” he said, as he looked up.

“Ho, ho, ho…excuse me young man. Would you like to help support the…”

“What?” Jacob interrupted. “No. No I would not.” Not only was this man collecting coins for whatever needy people they claimed the charity would go to, but this clown was actually dressed as Santa. That simply made Jacob’s blood boil. However, it made Jacob’s mission today seem more urgent.

“Please sir, I only ask for a dollar or two.”

“Only a dollar or two? Sure, let me just reach into my pocket…” Instead of reaching into his pocket, Jacob reached down to grab near the base of the money pole. Just what the **** are those things called anyway? With one massive swing, Jacob smashed the pole against the nearby wall. Coins and bills of all sort scattered all over. Jacob grabbed a five dollar bill and stuffed it in Santa’s mouth. “There’s five for you. Take your Christmas and choke on it fatty.”

Oh the look on Santa’s face. It was the same look he anticipated once he had all his supplies and his mission was over. However, that mission could be delayed if he didn’t high tail it away from this scene.

Jacob fled across the street to the blaring sound of horns. A nearby car had to slam on its brakes in order to avoid sending Jacob into the pavement. He looked back to see the driver flipping him the bird. Yeah, whatever ******. Your life means nothing compared to the task at hand.

Jacob ducked into an alley to complete his escape. He would have to backtrack a bit, but at least he had the satisfaction of ruining one poor Christmas lover’s soul – at least for one day. That feeling only whetted his appetite for more.