The Winterbottoms have just sat down for a special festive Christmas dinner. Gampy, Meemaw, brother Ben and friend Jerry, sister Veronica, lovely wife Samantha, even the twin boys have arrived for this joyous occasion. However when there’s a knock knock knocking at the front door, this majestic nativity scene of peace and joy quickly turns into a chaotic scene of macabre mayhem. Santa has come to pay a visit to the Winterbottoms household. R. J. Benetti brings his own warped present to the extreme fictional gift exchange called Santa Muerte Claus. Most certainly not for good little boys and girls, this novella sized portion of perversity oozes bell jangling violations and a over sized helping of dark decadence. This one will definitely be served at the adults table only. Highlights undoubtedly include those nasty little wintery forest elves, whose soul purpose is to add that special Christmas carnage while leaving a wake of wicked wonderland. These little mutants have that capability to place a non-prophet seasonal sadistic lump of coal between each and every page. Fair warning Benetti, for my Christmas wish I asked the mall Santa that you write a book starring these little guys.
R. J. Benetti has created an over-the-top “anything goes” bit of extreme fiction. Prepare for some of the most disturbing sights, sounds and tastes that will stay with you longer than a venereal disease. A five star ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ holiday Horror Bookworm Recommendation.
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