The psychotic elf grips the wheel like a man on borrowed time, Eyes sharp, smile cracked— A deranged holiday spirit wrapped in crimson wool. The Cadillac snarls, sleigh bells swapped for engine roars, Skidding through snow that refuses to hide his sins. Behind him, glassy-eyed onlookers peer out— Too stunned to call for help, Too late to stop the carnage. His mission? Unknown. His mind? A blizzard of chaos. Just an elf, one bad day away from legend, Ho-ho-ho’ing his way to the end of the road.