He turned the key in the lock, and opened the door, to his horror he saw, Santa Claus dead, by the milk and cookies, with an axe sticking out of his head. There were presents scattered everywhere.
"i must check on the kids!" Frank thought.
Frank burst through the door, where his two daughters slept peacefully, dreaming about Christmas morning. He kissed them both on the forehead, and then went back into the living room.
"Someone killed Santa Claus in my living room!" Frank screamed. "Should I call the police? They might think I did it!"
He thought about it. "I better call the police. this could be an international crisis."
So he dialed 911. "Hello, police! I came home and found Santa Claus dead in my living room. You must get on the case!"
"sir, there is no such thing as Santa claus. Have you been drinking? We can trace the call!"
"i came home and found Santa Claus in the middle of my living room, with an axe in his head! you must do something!'
"Siir, are you a veteran? Are you suffering from post-traumatic stress? would you like to go to the V.A. hospital?"
"i give up." frank hung up the phone.
The cops looked at each other. "Did you trace that call?"
"Yes. let's go see what is going on."
The cops got in their car and headed for the scene of the crime.
meanwhile, the Santa claus impostor came to. "Where am I?"
"Oh, santa, you're not dead!" said Frank.
"No, I was on my way to a holiday party and this was my costume!"