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
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?