Grandpa’s Christmas Revenge...

Dear Readers,

Every year, Grandpa J became the target of the family’s Christmas pranks. From wrapping his car in holiday paper to replacing his dentures with candy canes, his grandkids’ antics knew no bounds. But this year, Grandpa had a plan. He’d waited 12 long months to exact the ultimate revenge.

Grandpa’s first step was enlisting the help of his friend Gus, a retired magician. Together, they rigged the living room with booby traps. The Christmas tree was wired to release a shower of fake snow at the pull of a string, and the stockings were stuffed with whoopee cushions. But the pièce de resistance was the "Arresting Santa."

Grandpa hired a Santa impersonator to storm in during Christmas dinner and "arrest" the kids for being naughty. The grandkids convinced they’d gone too far with their pranks last year, would finally get a taste of their own medicine.

On Christmas Eve, the family gathered for their usual traditions. As the grandkids prepared to prank Grandpa with a "gift box" filled with live crickets, he silently activated his traps.

The tree snowed on everyone as soon as the first ornament was touched. Grandma screamed when her stocking let out a loud fart noise. The kids laughed so hard they didn’t notice Santa aka Gus in full costume bursting through the door with handcuffs.

"You kids are under arrest for excessive mischief!" bellowed "Santa."

The grandkids froze in terror.

"We didn’t mean it!" shouted Timmy, tears streaming down his face. His sister Emma clutched her cricket-filled box, muttering, "It wasn’t even that bad!"

Just as Grandpa started to enjoy his victory, Gus realized he’d accidentally called the real police instead of using his fake radio. Two uniformed officers showed up, thinking there was a break-in.

The officers arrived to find fake snow everywhere, a sobbing Timmy confessing to "crimes," and Grandpa doubled over laughing. They left shaking their heads, but not before taking selfies with "Arresting Santa."

The grandkids, realizing they’d been outplayed, banded together for one last prank. On Christmas morning, Grandpa woke to find his car entirely wrapped in Christmas paper, complete with a giant bow. Inside, the seats were filled with candy canes and glitter bombs. When he opened the door, the glitter exploded, covering him from head to toe.

Grandpa’s booming laughter echoed down the street. "Best Christmas ever!" he declared, already plotting next year’s revenge.

Merry Christmas…

Jacob M