The snow-covered roof-top was a strange place at night.
Moonlight from above blended and competed with the lights of the city 
creating distorted shadows from other overhanging 
buildings. The snow soaked up both light and darkness and ranged in 
colour from white to dark blue. The whole place had an unreal look like the 
set for some sort of movie. The wrong sort.
 Inside the building happy cultists drank egg-nog and toasted both the 
Old Ones and the coming holiday. Off in the distance a Deep One bayed 
like one of the nameless Hounds of old -it hadn't been invited.
 The woods -lovely dark and deep; were silent except for a high pitched 
piping -Totoro or something far darker.
  Up on the roof there arose such a clatter...
     With the whine of turbines and the crunching of snow the craft set 
down with a HISSSSSS of steam.
 A figure emerged.
 He was a big man, stocky, and dressed all in red and white with shiny 
black boots. He looked at the rooftop about him listening intently - the 
chanting had stopped.
 He stood for a moment, hands on hips surveying the roof like it was some 
private domain and then went to work.
 He extracted a large bag from a stowage compartment on his craft 
setting it down on the roof with a sigh. he opened the bag 
it and took out it's cumbersome contents arranging them in the snow before 
him. A moment after this he assembled those things which needed it and 
rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. Around him sat a small maze 
composed of cables and wires attaching featureless car-battery sized 
boxes to readout terminals and a complex array of tubes which contained 
focused crystals. 
 The man took the last unconnected cable in his hands looking at it with 
silent reverence.... this was it then. 
 He took off his red fur trimmed cap and let it fall.
 Then, in a quick motion, lest he change his mind jammed the cable into a 
jack in the back of his neck.
 He arched back and screamed - a pitiful animal sound and fell to his 
knees. His eyes, wide open took on a reddish tint. He was 
changing. 
 His suit ripped open unable to deal with the stress on it's seams. His 
claw-tipped fingers exploded from his gloves and he clawed at himself 
- exposing the shredding and tearing skin beneath. Soon he - or rather it 
stood naked, the wet-looking artifical muscles gleaming in the 
moonlight.
 All around the figure the strange mechanisms came to life humming 
with power and crackling with ozone.
  From the tripod-monted tubes fires lept out at the heavens and 
the monster, looking skyward laughed to see his handywork.

    In mile-long letters bloody letters washed over the moon

            "Merry Christmas from all of us at Genom"

  
                  
 
                                      well, what did you expect...
                                      the header did say Ho Ho Ho

                                                 Neil
          
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   "We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits:
      Who knows upon what soil they fed 
               Their hungry thirsty roots?"
                                           C. Rossetti.
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