A Christmas Story

Well, I had an idea pop in my head. Was thinking about the holidays, and a story came to mine. Its a true story, and right now that might be all I can tell because my creative juices are just not flowing. At least its a post, and a story, and since I know it, it will be easy to write.

I was born on Halloween, so that has always been my favorite holiday. My second favorite has always been Christmas. Not only the presents, but hanging with my family who is the greatest family in the world, and that isnt a bias statement in my opinion.

I always wrote Santa a letter, and I loved Santa Claus just like any kid does. I dont remember my age, but I remember the time I found out he wasnt real, and even though I would never do that to my kid and tell him he isnt, I think its cruel and that day was heart breaking. Whats new huh?

I asked for this cassette tape from the movie Breakin, because I liked break dancing. Well, I had this little kid record player and used to listen to little mini records from movies like Star Wars and Indiana Jones. One day I was listening to Raiders of the Lost Ark, and I noticed a sack under my bed. I looked in it, and there was the cassette. I thought maybe my mom got it for Christmas for me, so I didnt say nothing about it.

Well, on Christmas morning, I came out to get my presents. I noticed inside my stocking the cassette was in there. I told my mom, I was happy I got it. I told her thanks for buying it for me. She said, I didnt buy it and that it was from Santa. I said no it isnt. She said, yes it is, it isnt from me as she kept lying through her teeth. Well, the gig was up. I said, well I found it under the bed a month ago. Needless to say, she finally fessed up and crushed my childhood by telling me there was no fat, jolly old Santa Claus. What a crock. I was heartbroken. I learned that day there was no Santa, no Easter Bunny, and no tooth fairy. Lets just say, that day was the worst Christmas ever.