A fat sweaty Santa, pretending to be jolly, sat giving trinkets to screaming spoiled toddlers, while Christmas songs played over and over in an endless loop.
Across the street the Victorian chapel converted into a bar held a full congregation of revelers. A drunken confrontation within spilled onto the street.
Looking up at the granite cross above the chapel, He smiled, and flew to stand bestride it.
Unseen, but all-seeing, Lucifer surveyed his domain.