Again“There is no Santa Claus” mommy said. “I told you when you were five. Such a stupid child.”I hate mommy.I put out milk, and oreos, my favourite, and carrots. Reindeer like carrots. This time Santa would come, he would.“What foolishness! Go to your room! Stupid, stupid child.”Maybe if I was awake Santa would come this year. But mommy made me drink warm milk.In the morning I rushed downstairs! No presents. The cookies were still there. Mommy laughed.“I told you. I've been telling you since you were five. Fifty years, my god!”I hate mommy.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
My Christmas Drabble
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words (not counting the title).