Well, I'm not sure about that, but...
I was a "special witness " of Santa one time.
I went downstairs on sexmas eve and I saw my mother kissing Santa.
I screamed, "YOU WHORE!" and dove at her. How could she betray my father's trust like that?
However, in my berserker fueled rage I failed to notice that Santa had the finished glass of milk in his hand which he broke over my head causing me to black out.
I awoke in the hospital the next morning with my parents standing over me. Still in a daze, I muttered to my father, "Mommy's a hobag."
My father laughed and said, "No, son. Mommy is not a hobag. She and Santa were just rehearsing a play while daddy watched from a corner with a video camera."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really," He responded, "Now you should rest up, son. You lost a lot of blood from the glass shards that got lodged in your head."
He reached over and pressed the morphine release button. "Merry Christmas."
As I began to black out again, I heard more laughing from the room. One of the laughs sounded just like Santa's from the night before.
Santa was real.
I screamed, "YOU WHORE!" and dove at her. How could she betray my father's trust like that?
However, in my berserker fueled rage I failed to notice that Santa had the finished glass of milk in his hand which he broke over my head causing me to black out.
I awoke in the hospital the next morning with my parents standing over me. Still in a daze, I muttered to my father, "Mommy's a hobag."
My father laughed and said, "No, son. Mommy is not a hobag. She and Santa were just rehearsing a play while daddy watched from a corner with a video camera."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really," He responded, "Now you should rest up, son. You lost a lot of blood from the glass shards that got lodged in your head."
He reached over and pressed the morphine release button. "Merry Christmas."
As I began to black out again, I heard more laughing from the room. One of the laughs sounded just like Santa's from the night before.
Santa was real.