a christmas story.
dear santa,
i hate you for your lies and your jolly demeanor, tricking kids by giving them candy and gifts and then revealing that you are nothing more than a wisp of a dream that is barely kept alive. why can't you just be honest and let everyone know you don't exist? nothing you represent is true.
i knew you were a fraud all along. you still tried to lure me in with your promises and seeminly jovial personality, and i may have wavered in my judgement, but never did i believe that you, santa, were anything but a wish. empty promises, that's what you are. just a shell of happiness and the unfortunate cause of wide smiles on the faces of little children.
tell me, great bearer of joy and hope, why you have decieved us, and left me, personally, with no reason to celebrate the season of your stupid holiday?
so why doesn't it feel like christmas this year, you big fat lard?
thank you so much,
keri