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The Bright Red Imposter

The air is filled with gum drops and candy canes


The fire sizzles: szzzz …. crack…. POP
And I, only seven, wake to the soft, shuffling Christmas tree
My flutter open like a hummingbird flapping its wings for the first time

I take a playful peek behind the fluffy fur coat


of green branches and ornaments when I find
Santa??? Santa!!!
The red velvet cookie addict

Hiding behind his brown bag of goodies;


I politely tap him on the shoulder,
And wait for a jolly, Ho Ho Ho;
He turns in slow motion: a frowning, guilty face.

Wait , the overgrown man in the


Red jumpsuit isn't Santa, it's…it's…
Dad??? But who gives me the perfectly packaged presents?
And who devours the pleasurable platter of pastries?

The tears maneuver past my delicate eyelids,


A sob struggles to escape my lips,
And the bright red imposter reaches out in condolence,

But I don't want condolence; I want Santa.

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