December 25 (Warning Unedited)
"Happy Birthday Lucy" Pop's says handing me a large notebook, and a packet of pen's. "What the hell is this." I ask, looking at the decorated notebook. Every December my mother drops me at Pop's house and i don't see, or hear from her until January 14th. She doesn't care about me or my birthday so Pop's is all I got. Gram died of a heart attack when i was 4, and uncle Macie died in a car crash a few years after."It's my birthday, not the first day of school!" I complain, with a square of chocolate in my mouth. (I have a obsession with chocolate)
Pop mutters something about Christ, and I roll my eyes. Pop is an old grump that throws rocks at kids that pass his house for fun, not some happy go lucky christian that will bake you Christmas cookies. He runs his dragon fingers through what's left his hair "Be happy I got you anything at all, Lucky" I roll my eyes, "My name is Lucy, not Lucky" Pop's wave's my correction off "Whatever, Lucky" I smile and take a good look at the journal. It was kinda cute, the page's were thick, and the cover was soft with childish designs on it.
I don't have anything except strictly what I need no dolls, art, posters, teddy bears or pet's. I never really wanted anything anyway, when I was a baby my Gram's took care of me. Mom wasn't in the picture. Then she died, mom returned, and I was officially the child of Jandy Holson. Pop's stood up and waddled to the old recliner that uncle Macie bought him, and turned on the ancient t.v.
Tonight there's a map with an old fat guy wearing a red and white suit, slowly gliding past the Missouri. "Santa Claus, in Springfield Missouri right now and is on his way to Kansas." the man says. I turn and ask "Who's Santa Claus?" His eyes got big, he had the 'shit I got caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar' look. Pop's turn's off the t.v and says something I never thought I would hear come out of his mouth "Ask your mother".
The rest of the night was quiet, Pop's went into his room but I stayed down by the fireplace. Pop's knew that I couldn't ask Mother something like that, I took my box of chocolates and ran upstairs with the notebook Pop's got me. I went into the office and looked up Santa Claus.
End Of December 25
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