Christmas With the Jaggers

The Jaggers lived in a nicely decorated two-story house in a good part of town. Now, the Jaggers, if you were judging by their home, were a typical family, but you would be wrong. The Jaggers were cruel, spoiled, self-centered people who never did anything for the good of others.

There were five Jaggers in total. Paul Jagger was the dad, and he was in a mob. Mary was the mom, and she never did anything except for herself. Jacob, Peter, and Esther were the children, and you never saw a bunch of ill-mannered thugs in your life.

Every year, the Jaggers decorated their house for Christmas. Every year, they took their kids to look at the Christmas lights. Every year, they took their kids to sit on Santa’s lap. Elf on the Shelf resided at their house every year for Christmas. They did everything right for the Christmas season.

What they did not do right was how they treated others. Paul collected debt owed to the mob, and he did so violently because he enjoyed it. Mary completely ignored the needs of everyone around her and only concentrated on her wants, spending needless money on manicures and clothes. The three children were bullies, refused to do their schoolwork, and were generally lazy. The only thing the kids cared about was playing video games.

Paul collected seven debts on Christmas Eve, putting four people in the hospital. Mary had her nails done and spent a thousand bucks on a loud outfit, giving the poor salesgirl a hard time and not tipping anyone that day. The children all went out and stole sleds from little kids and rode down Deadman’s Hill; then, they shoved old man Tatum down while the poor man was shoveling his walkway. These atrocities weren’t even half of what they had done.

Then, on Christmas Eve night, Paul went to the basement to cook up a batch of meth. Mary went upstairs to decide which of her many outfits she would toss in the trash that week. The children were busy building bombs and looking at nudie sites on the internet.

The family was awful, and each one expected Santa to come and visit them that night. They had gotten so used to getting gifts from Santa all these years that they never thought Santa would put them on the naughty list. But that’s precisely what Santa had done. He was tired of hoping they would do better.

So at midnight, as Paul drank whiskey in his study and Mary drank wine in her room, the children thought they were hiding behind the tree with hopes of catching sight of Saint Nick instead of the familiar clip clop clip of reindeer hooves on the roof, the family heard the sound of claws scratching. The family was unaware they were doomed, for Krampus had arrived to collect the naughty list.