Rudolph

‘You’ll go down in history!’
‘And you’ll stay there, you sycophantic fools,’ growls Rudolph, whipping out his carbine and blasting his peers to chunks of horn and meat.
Enter Santa. Seeing the destruction he falls to his knees.
‘They had it coming!’ Rudolph yells.
Santa Claus wretches.
‘They did!’
‘Listen to yourself!’ Santa spits out. ‘Flasher was going back to school! Vixen was going to be a grandmother!’
It is almost dark, and the strongest light pulses from Rudolph’s nose. It steams in the winter frost. He has one bullet left.