Finding a silver lined snow flake.
Mrs. Clause woke Christmas morning to a note carefully placed under her tree.
“I just can’t go on, too many pouting children.”
She and the elves decided to go public telling the worlds children, Santa was a fake. He was just a man who looked good in pictures.
He was a man who gave these pointy eared short men and women a compound to call home. They are again misfits.
Take this truth and the next time you want to pout over a gift you didn’t receive, blame your parents.
I however will not be blaming or pouting,I have received my Christmas wish. Now I can go south and get the tan I have always wished for.
To all a good day.