When we were kids we usually put socks on our door or chimney. We put milk and cookies beside our bed or at a table so our so called "Santa" could eat it.
He will leave gifts near us or at our christmas tree with a little card on it.
But this time this is different.
I am Christine Solis and I will tell you the story of how I killed 'Santa'.
I gor curious on who Santa really is. Is he Fat? Big? Old? Handsome? or some bald creepy guy?.
I got curious on how he got in.
I got curious on how many gifts he make.
I got curious on how he looks.
We all know that Curiousity kills the cat but sadly cat's have 9 lives.
It was Dec 24 I planned everything from the start.
I put cookies and milk near the table of my bed since I know that my mother doesn't drink milk.
I put poison in it. You know? The poisin we use to kill Rats. Yes that's it.
I mixed it with the milk. Cause last year dranked my Milk and ate my cookie so why not poison him.
It was near 12am or Christmas I pretended that I was sleeping.
Then at last it was 12am. Fireworks everywhere and then suddenly the door opened.
Someone kissed my forehead while murmuring Merry Christmas but he's voice was familliar.
I heard him put something near me.
He sat on my bed. I can hear him eating my cookie. Then Atlast he's drinking the milk I made. I can hear the gulping sound of him drinking it.
I heard him fell on the floor so I came down at see who Santa is.
I was shocked. I felt empty. I killed him.
His cold dead body on the floor.
He is an Important person to me.
He works abroad. He only comes home on Christmas or important events.
He always asked me on what I want before Chrismas and then on Christmas I would have it as a gift from Santa.
I didn't know he was Santa. I killed my Father.
I KILLED SANTA.
