* Holiday Suspense Short Story! "Holy Crap," the young burglar let slip from his unsanctified mouth as he stared around the living room in utter disbelief. The exterior of the quaint old farmhouse was decorated yearlong with Christmas lights. But the entire interior of the old house was a hoarder's dream. Stacks of military memorabilia filled the room from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling. "What the heck do you want?" asked the young collector as he confronted the intruder. With his head hung low, the burglar said, "I was going to rob from your grandma. I need some money to pay off my student loans. It's more than I can handle. I promise that I will leave and never come back." Hilarity erupted from the collector as he said, "My grandma doesn't own anything worth anything. This old house would have fallen down on her head years ago if my stuff wasn't holding it up. This is my warehouse of wonders. You can’t fool me, preacher's boy. I know who you really are. You came here to rob from me. My grandpa taught me how they used to take care of the Nazi's back in WW Two." "How is that?" asked the burglar as he nervously from his prone position. "Get them drunk and then blow them away," said the dark young man as he tossed the burglar an ice cold beer.