A young child wakes up on Christmas morning and peeks behind the Christmas tree, believing they see Santa, but instead finds their father dressed in a red suit. The child realizes their father has been pretending to be Santa all along and leaves them gifts and eats their cookies. Upset that Santa is not real, the child begins to cry as their father tries to comfort them.
A young child wakes up on Christmas morning and peeks behind the Christmas tree, believing they see Santa, but instead finds their father dressed in a red suit. The child realizes their father has been pretending to be Santa all along and leaves them gifts and eats their cookies. Upset that Santa is not real, the child begins to cry as their father tries to comfort them.
A young child wakes up on Christmas morning and peeks behind the Christmas tree, believing they see Santa, but instead finds their father dressed in a red suit. The child realizes their father has been pretending to be Santa all along and leaves them gifts and eats their cookies. Upset that Santa is not real, the child begins to cry as their father tries to comfort them.
A young child wakes up on Christmas morning and peeks behind the Christmas tree, believing they see Santa, but instead finds their father dressed in a red suit. The child realizes their father has been pretending to be Santa all along and leaves them gifts and eats their cookies. Upset that Santa is not real, the child begins to cry as their father tries to comfort them.
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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,