I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus. I did. Well, not Santa, but some fat bearded dude, who wasn’t my dad…
It wasn’t a Christmas night. I was just a little boy and I had been tucked into bed by my mum and dad. I had awoken in the night to visit the washroom. I was walking past my parent’s bedroom when I decided to peek inside. It was kind of dark, but to my shock, I saw the act with my eyes. The man looked like Santa Claus, complete with a long white beard and the red overalls. I could not spot my dad in the room. I was too shocked to say anything and I went back to my room. I never spoke about it, but I remembered.
Many years later, during a particularly boozy lunch with my parents, the discussion had taken a christmas turn. Encouraged by my buzz, I blurted out what I had seen as a kid. I saw my mother’s eyes widen in shock and a wide grin appear on dad’s face.
That day I learnt about mum’s Santa fetish…
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Prompt given by Ritu Bhatal as a part of the FTS Project 2.0
She smiled gleefully as she pointed to the open trunk of pattices that lay below the christmas tree. Her mother stared in shock at the trunk full of food. Little Tia’s smile vanished as she witnessed her mother’s face go from white to a shade or red, quite resembling the colour of the hung stockings. Tia did not expect the slap that landed on her face. Mother began screaming at her.
“You fool. If you wanted pattices, I would have made them for you. Why did you wish for them?”
Tia replied in a sobbing broken voice.
“They are not for me. They are for the poor hungry kids that live on the street.”
Her reply was met with another slap on her face.
“You wasted your precious wish on them? What a foolish daughter I have….”
Every year, on the night before Christmas, the amusement park would come alive in all its splendor – the fun rides, the bright lights and the festive music would all resume.
The chortling of the kids as they sat on the merry-go-round, the whees from the ferris wheel, and the general excited banter of children would liven up an otherwise silent night.
The amusement park would become a striking image of itself, reliving its memories of the time of the night before Christmas those many years ago, the night of the great fire which burned down the park…
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to receive Christmas gifts from you. I wanted you to deliver gift-wrapped toys to me. I would look at all the other kids rejoice as they opened the wrapping and found that they had received the toys they wanted. However, I never got such gifts. I never got any Christmas toys from you, Santa.
Now, after so many years, I must admit, it does feel good to get such cute toys for Christmas. It makes me feel amazing. All warm and fuzzy. How does it make you feel, Santa?
How does it feel being turned into a toy? You and your favorite reindeer. How does it feel being my Christmas toys?