Frost
“I couldn't remember ever having a tree because it was a pagan tradition and not Christian. So I never had presents under the tree. And if a family member did give me presents mom gave them back. Santa to me was little more than a commercial ploy used to grab money from parents who needed to buy their children's affection. And we all know what mom thought of the old guy's name. The one and only time I made a comment about not having presents or a tree like the other kids in school, I saw stars... from the backhand she gave me. I never understood growing up why it was so important to ignore all the things she called unnatural. But to her all things were unnatural. More precisely, things not in the bible. I was eleven when I saw Santa in the mall and watched as kid after kid crawled in his lap and told them what they wanted. All I'd wanted back then was my real parents. Joke was on me, wasn't it? I'd had one of them all along. And the other one was a goat foot devil. Half of me believed her—what other explanation was there for what happened with the ice in the cafeteria and then at my desk?MoreLess
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