"floccinaucinihilipilification"...

...said Santa as his sleigh careened out of control, dragging reindeer into a hectic mess, antlers piercing snow white bellies and torrents of warm red blood falling onto the sleeping houses below. Rudolf screamed, a dark hollow cry of terror and infinate sorrow welled from the rotting core of his punctured heart. Lights appeared in windows, nervous parents peering into the night sky wondering what was this awful noise, this screech like the gates of Hell closing, locking them in. The sleigh crashed into the roof of number 9, hit the gas boiler and exploded along with the rest of the house.
"Well!" said Charlie, the last drunk stumbling home from the pub. "There's something you don't see every day."