Sense Part Two (installment #8)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
Working title- Sense Installment # 8 (continued from November 13th)

Years passed, during the holidays, Christy had a Christmas Eve sleepover party at her house; just the girls. Her sister’s boyfriend came over dressed in a Santa suite to surprise us all. We all said we knew there was no such thing as Santa, but we still laughed and took pictures and told him what we wanted to find under the tree Christmas day-curling irons, Mariah Carey cds, new Nike sneakers. Seven weeks later he stabs a guy and gets locked up. And the word on the street is that when he is released, the Armenians, they don’t forget, and his family is going to cut him up good. They said they don’t want to kill him, just cut him all over. I believe it too. Somewhere I must have that picture of Santa the murderer. I find it ironic that he dressed up like ole’ merry Kris and then killed somebody weeks later. Erica found it funny in a dark morbid way too and we shared in a few laughs, pondering scenarios in our head of that Christmas Eve night. We wondered if it was possible for him to have killed us and if we somehow escaped a near death experience. We thought of knives in his boot, poisonous gas shooting out of his beard, or worse, spikes planted on his pants so that upon sitting, we would get punctured and die. It snowed that Christmas Eve too; first snow I saw in the city ever.