I am Reality

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I began writing at the age of seven, I was in the second grsde, it was Christmas, now I don't celebrate Christmas because I am Muslim but in the United States majority of the country is of Christian faith so it's celebrated either wise.
       Around before the winter break. In my school we were taken to the gym to see santa, now as a grown man obviously I can reflect on it and say it was total bullshit. There a fat jolly wanna be Santa sitting in the center of the gym and our teacher sent us or by one to sit on this fatass lap to ask him what we wanted for Christmas. Of course I believed it because I was only seven and the teachers kept advertising him like he is some kind of god.
       So after five kids sat on his lap I was next up. I sat on his lap and as he was talking I could smell hie dry ass expired milk breath saying, "Oh oh oh, well what is your name young fella". I said Onis. "Well Onis what would you like for Christmas. "I would like a guitar and. PlayStation two so I can play with my brother" oh oh oh that's it, you be a good boy this Christmas and your request will be by your house on Christmas." I got of his lap so excited going to my friend saying "santa said he'll get me a guitar and a game."
       My friends shocked and excited for me. We go back to our classrooms after everyone sit on Santa laps and we celebrate with food and drinks up in our classes. At the end of the day we all were given that was "given from santa". I was so excited couldn't wait until I got home. I opened it when I got on the bus. I had it a hot wheels race car set and couple of hot where cars with it. My Friend Emmanuel opened his and had a whole guitar. I was so jealous that he had what I asked for. I asked to trade but he loved his gift and wouldn't trade. So I waited till Christmas Eve.
          I was excited that I couldn't even sleep the night. My sister noticed it and say "do you really think santa is real" I ignored her. I went to sleep about two hours later. Woke up the next day ran to the living room and found absolutely nothing, I checked everywhere there was nothing.
          I took a pen and a paper and wrote a letter to Santa fucking clause. In the letter I wrote how he disappointed me and that I waited just for him how I was so excited and that I don't believe in him. When we returned to school in January 3rd of the next year I gave the letter to my teacher. The teacher loved it and placed it in a writing competition. She didn't even informed me but she did.