lurk in the corners of Christmas lights. They warn me that once again, the streets are flooded with people hungry for love and love-starved gifts. A loop of emotions. Joy and sadness
come together once a year under the Christmas tree. I instead
I feel real fear, a terror which paralyzes me more and I keep a secret because nobody would believe me ...
Many years ago I learned a great lesson in life is the most awaited moments are often the most disappointing.
Santa visits all children around the world ... at all. It is now when there is panic at being bad, the repentance of one who knows he has done wrong over the years.
Since childhood, the loneliness of the darkened room foreshadowed the bulky gifts that a man had allegedly left in my room while I slept .. .
But no gifts for a poor household, no gifts to reward evil, just punishment and loneliness disguised in a broken wrist and empty sockets that reminds you you're not like other children, you've got what you deserve and that year after year you will receive a visit from a man that rewards or punishes the children by their attitude.
If I did, I killed that girl. I was young and I got carried away, I hated his look, his eyes shone with happiness that has it all. It was not fair, I could not stand it anymore and I just got rid of it.
That is always my Christmas gift. A broken wrist and eyeless wakes up next to me in the most anticipated night of the year.
Santa Claus exists and know what you've done. What if you've been good?
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