by Lincoln Sedlacek
[open on Virginia, a young, attractive 20-something woman, sitting on a window seat looking out into a foggy night; eerie chords play in the background]
Voice-Over: Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
[transition to a gently-burning fireplace]
VO: You might have your papa hire men to watch all the chimneys on Christmas Eve…
[ashes fall onto the fire, extinguishing it]
VO: …but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down on Christmas Eve, what would that prove?
[switch to a policeman on a rooftop, slowly backing away from the camera]
VO: Maybe just that they didn’t survive the night?
Policeman: God help us.
[switch to Virginia, lying in her bed, staring up at the ceiling while something creaks above her]
VO: So yes, Virginia. Santa Claus is real.
[brief clip of a reindeer hoof pawing at a shingle, then a reindeer muzzle exhaling softly into the winter air, before switching back to a close-up of Virginia’s face as she lies, terrified, in bed]
VO: And he’s coming for you.
[four more seconds lingering on Virginia’s face, before switching to quick-moving montage]
Dramatic, operatic music plays.
[Virgina runs down a dark alley as Santa’s sleigh bears down on her; Virginia’s friend, Amy, uses a flamethrower to torch the Christmas tree in the park; Virginia and her love interest, Tyler, are sitting beside each other on a bus]
Tyler: (jokingly) What’s the matter – worried you haven’t been good enough this year?
[several grotesque, goblin-like elves crawl over the top of a roof; a car is speeding down a street, skidding slightly on the ice as it flees from two galloping snow demons; Virginia and Tyler’s face are just a few inches apart, under a sprig of mistletoe]
Virginia: I’m worried I won’t make it to the next one.
[Tyler opens his front door, revealing a small, gift-wrapped package on the doorstep with blood leaking from the corner; a side shot of Virginia and Tyler’s interlocked naked torsos, as they passionately kiss; a group of policemen stand in a doorway as one looks in confusion at the piles of small, black rocks heaped in the entryway of the building – after a couple seconds, the chief picks one up and examines it]
Dramatic music comes to crescendo before stopping abruptly.
[close-up of the chief’s face, as a look of horror dawns upon it]
Chief: (screaming) Everybody get out of here!
Dramatic music continues.
[policemen being thrown from an exploding building; Tyler lying sprawled on the floor as a figure in red pulls a whip from behind his back; Virginia crouching behind a couch, panickedly trying to load a gun; POV shot looking down at a child sitting on Santa’s lap in the mall, screaming in horror; Amy’s hand slipping from the edge of a sleigh; Amy falling toward snowy rooftops below]
[black and silent; then, the words: THIS CHRISTMAS]
Eerie child-like voices: You’d better not shout, you’d better not cry, you’d better not move, I’m telling you why…
[close-up of Virginia’s mouth, speaking into her cell-phone receiver]
Virginia: (terrified whisper) He’s in the house.
[Santa Claus slowly steps out of the shadows, but his face remains hidden]
Santa: (in a demonic growl) You’re on my list, Virginia.
[close-up of Virginia’s face]
Virginia: Which one? Naughty or nice?
[close-up of Santa’s face, still in shadow]
[black; then, the words: HE’S COMING TO TOWN]
Eerie child-like voices: Santa Clause is coming… (voices fade out before end of song)