Chapter One
SANTA CLAUS
Louis always knew that Santa Claus was a crock of shit. As far back
as he could remember, he didn't buy into the Santa thing. Back when
he wasn't big enough to stand up, maybe then he believed all that
garbage. But by the time he was five he knew where the presents came
from. He saw them in the upstairs closet. When they brought out
Uncle Sal on Christmas Eve he could see through the glued on white
beard. What did they think he was, an idiot? He knew there was no
Santa Claus and no Tooth Fairy and no Easter Bunny and no God.
Jesus walked on water? A snake told Eve not to eat the apple? Kiss
my ass, he'd say. It was all a fable, to give people faith. A good
thing, for sure. Louis would go to church with his grandmother when
he was a little kid. And after she died he would go there to light
candles for her. But it was respect for his grandmother ...
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