Fuck yeah, demonic dwarve sized santa clause encounters for the win.

Every time I wake up in the middle of the night of Christmas, the fat old men I encounter are never jolly, in fact they are generally pretty creepy, always with that stooped back, red eyes and weird smile... always offering to watch over me in my bedroom while I sleep... occasionally offering to sleep in my bed with me....

Now that I think about it, I don't think those guys were 'ol saint Nick...