Anti-Christmas

Jo and Maz need cash. As young millennials with useless degrees living in a shitty flat with a leaky roof during one of the most tumultuous times in modern history, there’s not a lot of opportunities going begging. And Christmas is coming. Until – that is – one snowy Christmas Eve. On the way back from the offie, under a flickering neon Newkie Brown star, they meet a man. Old-looking, sparkly eyes, red suit, and well-groomed facial hair. It could very well be Santa. It could also be the Devil himself. Or an eldritch warlord from outer space. The jury’s still out. He cuts them a deal. A suitcase full of money – more than they’ve ever seen, and no matter how much they take out, will always magically replenish – if they help deliver a very important little baby into the world that very night. They reckon he’s off his rocker. But they take the deal anyway. Wouldn’t you? What follows is a Christmas neither of them will ever forget.