• Just a few days ago,
    it was summer.
    Really!
    This,
    I swear.
    The sun shone so bright,
    the heat oh so warm.
    I smiled at the blue sky,
    grinning wide,
    wide with delight.

    But something isn't right,
    my air has gone cold,
    turkies are eaten up,
    and from the sky,
    comes snow.
    What is happening?
    December already?
    Christmas' aura is near.
    Just two weeks to go,
    taste of eggnog already on my toungue,
    I can't wait for it.
    Presents?
    I want some!

    Eve is here.
    now is the day,
    Santa's bells are ringing,
    I hear him
    giggling,
    I pretend to sleep.
    Such a false act,
    I can't sleep!
    Thinking of gifts...
    items...
    toys...
    and ugh...
    clothes.

    Quietly,
    I sneak.
    Trying to get a peak,
    maybe I'll see Santa,
    his red nose,
    and pink cheeks!
    Wait a minute?
    Who is this?
    That man,
    he's too skinny!
    I thought Santa was fat...
    oh wait,
    yes he is.
    Bu why is there a pillow coming out of him?
    And where is his beard?
    Why does he have a black garbage bag?
    You know...
    he kind of looks like Dad.
    But only kind of.
    They kind of have the same nose.
    And they kind of have the same chin.
    It also seems like they have the same kind of New Jersey accent.
    But only kind of.
    Excited,
    I pounce upon Claus,
    like a puma,
    catching it's prey.
    "Ka-oof!"
    He yells,
    and the all the presents fall.
    The pillows fly everywhere,
    Gifts all amuck.
    "D-Dad?"
    I ask,
    slowing putting the picture together.
    A pause,
    long silence.
    He looks to the left,
    and says,
    "No son,I'm only your step-father."