Just the ending will do nice for me, thanks.
..clutching the mightily struggling Rudolph under his arm in rifle fashion, Kringle lept over the bales of hay while bellowing barbarically at the snowy abominations that had so decimated his forces.
An iron fisted squeeze, and Rudolph’s nose shot forth a glaring red beam that lanced through the closest icicle toothed horror that growled for flesh even as it melted!
Moaning, growling, and gargling, the abominable snowmen lurched and slid towards Kringle and his misappropriated wriggling weapon.
“Let go of me you bathless ham handed fre-EEEK!” Rudolph lazed down and slagged several more death fanged grotesqueries as they rounded the corner, elf bits in hand as clubs.
Reaching the ain compound and leaving a wake of corn cob pipe wriggling puddles behind them, Kringle and Rudolph burst through the front door of North Pole HQ.
Mrs Claus clutched her comforter tightly and chuckled nervously.
“He’s not here, he left.”
Kringle merely elbowed the door hard, and squished Anti-Claus behind it.
Anti dropped his boots and grabbed his nose.
Upon seeing the insanely glowing nose of the much abused Rudolph, Anti-Claus bailed through the window, somehow getting his boots and other accoutrements back on as he fell.
Jumping on his magic flying Polaris snowmotrike, he blatted off into the night, trailing his icy hordes behind him in defeat.
Mrs Claus waved her handkerchief goodbye and sniffled.
“Don’t forget to write!” she said.
“What was that?!” Kringle demanded.
“Nothing dear.” she said.
The battle was over, after a schlocky fashion, Kringle had won, Anti-Claus was defeated, for now.