Over at The Writer’s View we’re having fun writing terrible beginnings to novels. Here’s my entry:

The irony wasn’t lost on Santa, how, if rearranged, his name became Satan—the loveliest of all creatures under a slippery heaven, a heaven that was once his to grasp; but Satan, donning Santa’s finest, had a plan this time—to thwart the cackling Most High’s plans, stealing the kindness of children with each trip down the chimney, making each wide-eyed wondering child a zombie of indifference, a self-absorbed adult, a pawn in his utterly diabolical plan to end the world with an army of children.