“FUUUCKK!!!”
Both women came together, squirting into the candlelit pentangle to conclude the eight-hour black mass. Sulphuric smoke billowed out, and a huge, red figure appeared in the centre.
“Hail Satan!” Tara began. “We–”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” the figure intoned.
“What? Give me the summoning spell!”
Kimmi passed the crumpled sheet from the altar.
“That second bottle of tequila was a mistake. I can’t spell for shit when I’m drunk!”
“Have you been naughty, or nice?” Santa boomed.
The two naked, blood-spattered witches exchanged looks.
“Naughty!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” he chortled, drawing a paddle from his sack. “My favourite!”
