Art didn't care for Christmas as much as he cared for Halloween, but he admired the holiday for its shiny, festive decor and legendary figure called Santa Claus. He could be such a child at times, so when the mall Santa refused to let him sit on his lap, Art handled the situation his usual way whenever somebody pissed him off, and that way was to kill him.
Dressed up in his newly acquired Santa Claus suit, Art thought he would take a stroll through the Chicago neighborhood to search for his next target. There were plenty of nice-looking houses with large families he could have chosen to axe off or hack up, but it was almost hard for the monochrome clown to chose which one.
There was one house that caught his eyes, a two story home owned by a family called the McCallisters. The family had gone away for the holidays, but Art didn't know about this. He did, however, seeing a young face looking at him through the window. There was one person the family forgot to take with them on their vacation, and that was an eight-year-old boy named Kevin.
Art stood on the opposite side of the street, observing the McCallister home with axe ready in both hands. He approached the sleet-covered stairs, slipping on ice and falling backwards on his ass. The axe flew from his hand and landed on the ground beside his neck, nearly cutting off his head. Art was not happy about falling victim to some childish prank and stood up at once, brushing the snow off his suit before he picked up his axe and proceeded to use the stairs again, grabbing hold of the railing so he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Once he was on the front porch, Art saw the doorknob was glowing a bright red, meaning that if he tried to touch it, he would burn his hand. Luckily for Art, he was able to use his axe to hack the knob off, dislodging it from the door.
With one swift kick of his booted foot, Art managed to open the door all the way, finding himself standing in the McCallister's house at last. Kevin was holding his BB gun, ready to shoot the intruder who just broke into his house, but one look at the axe-wielding, bloodied clown made him piss himself with fear, and a scream of terror was forced out from his lips. The boy was so frightened that he dropped his gun and ran right upstairs to his parents' room, thinking he would be safe there.
Art let out a silent, mocking laugh as he pointed a finger at the scared, little boy who ran away from him, bending down to pick up Kevin's weapon. He kicked away some of the toy cars Kevin left all over the floor, straightening up to inspect his new toy. The BB gun wasn't nearly as deadly as Art's axe, but a sudden idea popped into his head. Art strode into the kitchen to pick out a butcher knife from a drawer, setting his blood-stained axe on the counter. By the time Kevin's parents and older siblings came home, what they discovered would become quite a shock to all of them.