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by Dave Krenitsky

Brad looked around, "Where are your parents?"

Louie raised his head from the T Rex figure he was playing with. "I think Mom went to the store. Dad's in the garage. Want me to get him?"

"No, no," Brad looked around again then pulled a device from his pocket. "Look what I got."

"What's that?"

"It's your mom's iSpell. She left it in the kitchen." Brad said.

"You're not supposed to touch that. It's for grownups."

"Don't be such a baby. It's got a summon app on it. Guess what I'm going to do?"

"Get in trouble. Get both of us grounded for the rest of our lives." Louie said.

"We'll be done before she gets back. I'm going to summon Santa."

"Santa, Santa Claus? You crazy. Why?" Louie asked.

"Have you ever gotten all the stuff you asked for? Or even most of it. I figure he's too busy and doesn't read our letters. So I'll call him here and tell him what I, we want and then let him go after he promises to deliver." Brad said.

"You're crazy. You don't even write those letters."

"I know my letters. I can figure it out."

"You'll get on the naughty list. You won't get anything at all."

"That's why I'll make him promise. He's good so he'll have to keep his promise."

"And if he won't promise?"

"It's two weeks til Christmas. He's got to be very busy, you know checking lists and such. I won't release him until he promises," Brad said.

Brad started typing on the tiny keyboard. Louie jumped on him and tried to pull the iSpell from his hand.
"I can't see," Brad said. Still he punched in letters. Finally he flipped Louie from his back and held up the iSpell. "Ha," he cried as he pressed the cast button.

The room grew dark and the stench of sulphur filled the room. Louie jumped up and ran to Brad's side. He looked at the iSpell. "That's not how you spell Santa."

A red figure with horns, a tail and bat like wings rose from the floor. "Who summons Satan, prince of darkenss."

END