To be honest, I never really liked Santa Claus because he would come into my house, while I was sleeping, and leave presents. All of it creeped me out as a child. I didn’t know him. Why was he leaving presents? What else did he do that I didn’t know? These were the questions that bothered my little, dark, imagination.
Tagged: Christmas
December 17th, 2008
The Christmas Sweater
“Where did you buy this? The slutty sweater store?” Jane asked Javi the first time she put on the sweater he gave her for Christmas.
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December 17th, 2008
Introducing Bob and Jane
Jane ran back up the stairs to apartment 1b, then practically blew open the front door. Bob could sense someone coming so he jumped up from the couch, froze in place, and held his nose high in the air. He barked once before Jane appeared and said, “It’s just me, Bob-o, don’t kick my ass.” The dog relaxed his frame.