My Gift from Santa

❄ Chapter 1 ❄

Alexis

Dear Santa,

This is completely stupid. I don't know why I am writing to you. I guess the most logical reason for that is my psychiatrist - she told me to write a letter to the person I hate the most in the universe. I don't think she meant you, the merry happy-go-lucky fat old man who goes about "delivering presents" to children on Christmas Eve night. I think she meant an actual human being, considering she told me to reconcile with the person. You probably think that I am crazy now, writing a freaking hate letter to Santa freaking Claus. I mean...how can a teenager ever hate Santa Claus? The Santa Claus that every child's Christmas dream is built on? But like I hinted, I visit a psychiatrist, so I am probably a freak. But so what if I am a fucking psycho? In case cursing is prohibited the the merry land of Santa and reindeer, I was just trying to say that I am not your everyday normal teenager.

Before you continue judging me, let me first specify the reasons as to why I don't really favour you:

1. You did not give me any gifts for the past 15 years of my life (despite my conscious attempts to be obedient)

2. In fact, you did not give any gifts to anyone I know (which is pretty disappointing...)

3. Therefore, I think you are lying by saying that you will grant every child's Christmas wish or give them gifts

4. And I absolutely HATE liars

*deep breath* Okay, you can totally judge me now for all I care. I kind of think there is a big hole in my psychiatrist's plan, she should have thought of adding the words "real-life human being". But we will see, I will try my best and see how this goes. We will see...

First of all, I hate you (just repeating my stand in this letter, my Geography teacher says it makes my writings a lot clearer). But it's not just you, I guess I just hate "lies" in general, and you, dear Santa, happens to be an entire lie. *gasp* Well, my psychiatrist says that me hating that is 99.9% because of my childhood. In my defence, I would say my childhood wasn't exactly bad. I did the normal things children did - taking up random drawing classes, wearing horrible clothes my parents thought was cute, watching Winx Club and Barbie shows, and lastly, dreaming about living a perfect life. But alas, a heck load of sh*t entered my life and screwed things up. I honestly felt like shit all the time, if not for my best friends who stayed by my side and comforted me, I swear to god I would not live to write you this hate letter. I guess that is a good thing for you but well, anyway, the sh*t is what made me so weary of the world. And that's lies. 

That was the most elaborated history of childhood I have ever given anyone. Shocking, I guess. That is probably why I hate you so much. You represent the lies people say; the stories adults make up to their children...

I assume you are wondering what happened. Truth is: I am not ready to tell you. (That is if you even existed) Trust is to be earned, dearest Santa

Anyway, I am sincerely sorry for hating on you so much...so much it hurts me to admit it. I actually didn't really want to apologise. But to come to think of it, my (or rather my psychiatrist's) purpose of writing this letter is to reconcile with the person I dislike the most.

So now, I am supposed to mail this letter, but I don't know where you live. So, here I am, acting like a complete fool as I write "Santa Claus" on the envelope in my ugly disgusting handwriting. I guess I will just drop this in the mailbox. As to where this letter lands, it is completely up to fate.

And if this makes you feel any better, it is not really your fault that I hate you...

Where reindeer binges on cookies,