There he sat, in his big fancy office, dictating to his entire staff on what was to come next. Pinching his small whiskers of a mustache he could feel the power of dictatorship. He even made his employees tattoo his brand name on their necks, they belonged to him. He was a savage boss, stripping his secretaries down to their undergarments just to make sure he and his empire were safe. Every estate that he owned he had his name in bold gold letters on the front of his buildings and his wife basked and bathed in his wealth. Donald Fury, was his name, and he’d just ran a background check on Craig Riddick. Craig was no ordinary employee because he hated being told what to do, but his passion for people earned him union leadership. After ten years on the job, Jada was spotted leaving the supervisor’s office crying about her paycheck. Craig watched in frustration. Donald Fury eliminated the Christmas bonus and had just bought he and his wife another million dollar estate. This fueled the fire. In all of America’s fragile foundation, when it came to money, people got funny. At night, the workers plotted.
“Prices are going up. Everything cost more, how am I going to get Max a new bike,” Deana said, holding up pictures of Donald Fury on golfing trips as they slaved on his assembly lines.
“We have to stop this man.”
“I hear he plans to replace us all with robots,” Victor explained.
This got Sasha’s attention, “He used Brian to get through last year’s holiday season and then fired him for getting off of the overtime list. He’s a mad man.”
Congregating and conjuring up the rebel spirits a brick painted with Christmas colors flew through Donald’s window.
“You can’t survive without us!” Bob screamed as his wife Janet did donuts on Donald’s front lawn as they sped off. Witnessing the madness, Donald quickly got on the phone with Joe, his Vice President.
“They’re plotting a rebellion because I’m shutting down Christmas, prepare for code 666,” Donald explained.
Protest soon emerged on one of the most highly invested businesses in the world. The front headlines called it the “Christmas Rebellion,” as workers pinned themselves on crosses just to get a living wage. Watching from his high office windows, Donald Fury and Joe unleashed the army of machine laborers. Donald took to the microphone.
“I want to introduce you all to your replacements, you’re all fired!”
They all watched as police escorted them off of his property as he had his yes men set fire to a statue of Santa Claus.
“What are we going to do now?” Jada asked.
“We have to analyze how this happened and reverse it,” Craig explained to the entire crew of workers.
“This is war.”
Realizing how clever Donald was they couldn’t help but notice how he’d literally prepared for this moment. He made sure that his power would last by boxing his workers into having little to no power. He made sure that no one had enough force to challenge him.
“We all fell right into his trap. We bought expensive houses like him. We bought expensive cars like him. We even put all of our children in expensive schools. He played us like a fiddle,” Craig explained.
Grouping together on Christmas, they all took what they had left and helped each other. They’d been humiliated on national news and the strike dragged on for an entire year. Now poor with little retirement left they sat and watched as Donald and Joe took over the world.
“We have to stop this,” Craig said as the now endangered staff’s strike carried on to another holiday season.
“We have to attack on Christmas Day.”
Recruiting an army, Craig and his former coworkers rioted, they set fire to everything and watched it all burn on Christmas Day. Standing on his truck, Craig watched his frontline attackers being arrested.
“Send in the second brigade,” he screamed.
This group had artillery fire that they’d stashed in their basements.
Things got ugly real quick and Craig found himself leading a rebellion to take down the most feared regime to ever live.
“I have a good shot,” Steven said with his red beam on the office where Donald and Joe had been spotted.
Hearing the sound of his launcher go off, everyone stood and watched a red sparkling streak fly above their heads with a fiery explosion soon after.
“I hit the target,” Steven’s voice echoed over Craig’s radio transmitter.
Everyone cheered as Craig took to the megaphone.
“Today we fought for Christmas freedom, and friends, today we won. Fellow coworkers, we had no choice but to fight, and now, in our victory, we celebrate the holiday known as Christmas, a holiday designed for us and our children in remembrance of a God that died so that we may live and be forgiven. On this day we’re not only coworkers, but we’re coworkers who united to fight for our right to enjoy the holiday season together.”