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Sunday, December 19, 2004





I hate this time of year, because it reminds me of the past, the past that I’ve been trying to forget for a long time now. It was about five years ago after Christmas morning that my little brother told me that he got a little peek at Santa Clause Christmas eve night right before he flew away. I warned him that Santa knows when your sleeping and he knows when your awake so he had better just stay asleep next year on Christmas eve night instead of trying to sneak a peek or Santa wasn’t going to leave him any presents. He just laughed and we enjoyed the rest of our Christmas. Well next year rolled around and before we knew it, it was Christmas time again. My little brother was so excited ranting on and on about how he is going to get a picture of Santa this year. I simply brushed it off thinking nothing of it until that Christmas Eve night when my brother woke me up saying Santa was here. Tired I just told him to go back to bed, but when I woke up that morning instead of finding presents under the tree we found my brother’s body. No one could tell us exactly how he died. We just found him life-less stuffed under the tree with a camera in one hand, but I know who did it. Santa Clause!

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