The businessman’s house, though empty but himself, was ready for Christmas. The tree was decorated, with gifts for his family beneath it. It was Christmas Eve, and his wife and children were at the grocery store buying the necessities for Christmas dinner.
As he stepped out of the shower, he heard the sound of singing at his front door. “Carolers,” he muttered, throwing on a bath robe. As he opened the door, he hoped that his partial nudity would frighten them away, but the carol they sang moved him. If his nude form beneath his robe disturbed them, they did not let it show.
Once their singing ceased, he smiled and said, “It sure is cold out here. Why don’t y’all come inside for some hot cocoa?”
The chorus leader smiled. “You’re inviting us into your home? But you don’t know us… We could be terrorists, for all you know.”
The businessman scoffed. “Christmas carol singing terrorists? I find that hard to believe. Y’all would have to be the lowest sort of scumbags on the planet.”
The chorus leader’s smile left his face as he pulled a gun fitted with a silencer. “Them’s fighting words,” he said as he pulled the trigger.
The carolers pushed their way inside and helped themselves to the presents, cocoa, and Christmas cookies. Other than the corpse of their would-be host lying in the foyer, an onlooker
would assume this was just an average family Christmas gathering, rather than a group of criminal scumbags stealing another’s holiday.