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SoCal Ghosts festively recount Santas Vs. Grinches scenario.

Friday, December 20th, 2013

 

Once upon a time in the little town of San Diego stood a nice place, Velocity Paintball Park, whose staff was quite able. In winter’s chill, a war would
rage, ‘tween jolly Saint Nick, his red clad elves, against the giant green meanie, the Grinch himself. They would come from near, they would come
from far, they would come by truck, and they would come by car. Above them the skies were clear, a brilliant pure blue, and not a flake of snow below
them, on the ground, tis true! Velocity Paintball would be the venue this day and by its end, one side would hold sway!

To the first fight of the day, the horn did announce and the minions of theGrinch how quickly they pounced. Christmas trees with their tin and
decorations so bright were swooped up in a flash and in Grinch’s green might. Why even Santa’s milk and cookies, always such a delight, were grabbed
and gobbled and taken out of sight! “Ho, Ho, NO!” cried Santa so loud and so jolly. Off went the elves armed with mistletoe and holly. They pushed and
they pushed, and they fought and they fought until, it would seem, they would certainly foil the Grinch plot. Backed up to his lair, the elves with mount
Crumpit, the Grinch laughed his Grinch laugh and smiled his Grinch smile, then sent off his minions determined to stop it. Oh how the paint flew,
colorfully round as a cherry, oh how the battle grew, with the players laughing so merry. At the end of the first game there arose such a ruckus from the
Grinch’s dark horde that all those in Whoville already guessed the dark score.

“This cannot go on!” Santa decreed, “We must save Christmas! Press on, full speed!” Upon switching sides, the elves how they flew and quickly took
back most of that stolen buy you-know-who. The Grinch how he bellowed to keep up the fight and Santa he hollered to all a good night! The firing
was quick, the action intense, both sides pressed hard but kept up their defense. Bunkers blew as rockets flew and sometimes one couldn’t tell who was
who but the second round belonged, by the end of the day, to the boys and girls in red, and led Santa to say “Thank you all who fought so quick
against the greenies who acted so slick and I hope and I hope with all my elfish might that we made it stick and we won back the fight!”

And while they enjoyed the victory so deserved, they were all rightly shocked when the news they had heard. Christmas was lost, upon that snowless
field, to the Grinch with his sneer and to those whom he had appealed. As the night came the little ones sat, in their little red shirts and their little red
hats. There they would cry, “Oh Santa! The Grinch he won! You said he was through!” Santa just sat there, a little less merry for it was true. Then he
spoke to the children, “We just couldn’t stop him, I’m ever so sorry.” and sulked away a little less jolly.

Don’t worry though Santa, and kids don’t you fear, for the Grinch may have stolen Christmas but there’s always next year!

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