Xmas

Xmas is a difficult time for me.
See, when I was in third grade, Santa Claus visited my classroom. He shuffled through the doorway jingling bells and ho ho ho-ing. Then the teacher led Santa to a big chair in the middle of the room where he sat down. Santa told us Christmas stories and passed out candy canes. But there was this boy in my class named Marvin, and Marvin shouted to Santa, “Hey, you smell funny!” Santa turned and stared at Marvin for a few seconds. Then Santa stood up and asked Marvin to come with him. They both walked from the room and into the hallway. A few minutes later, we looked outside through the classroom window and saw Santa walking across the playground with Marvin. We watched as Santa led Marvin behind a school building on the other side of the playground.

We never saw Marvin again.