so, when i was little i could never comprehend the idea that a fat jolly white guy was goin to sneak into everybodys house and get around the whole world in one night, satisfyin every child's christmas wishes. i didnt have any clue why this was ok with everybody. like that seriously jus meant it was easy for someone to break into your house.
so one christmas, i was about six & i was walkin down the hallway.. starin down at my feet like always.. i look up & who else is it but santas fat ass standin there with a bike.. he didnt look very charming at all.. looked a lot like my uncle's friend *hint hint*.. i ran my ass back down the hall & locked myself in my brothers room.
i sat on the floor & played with (& probably ate some) play-doh until he left.
idk am i really that weird for that? no not the play-doh thing but am i really wrong for being scared of santa???
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