fabiola is santa
Once, on Christmas Eve, my mother handed me an ominous zebra striped gift bag. It came with a disclaimer. The disclaimer was ‘this one is from Santa.”
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal.
Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’ beneath my families whooping laughter.
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hah.
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal.
Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’ beneath my families whooping laughter.
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hah.