My Only Christmas Story

Yellow Mama 2019

Dad was coming over to give us presents from Santa. Mom told us he didn’t buy them--he got them from his Christmas party at work.

Dad went upstairs to the bathroom which was at the top of the stairs. I was excited after I opened my one present--a Roy Rogers cap pistol. My older brother showed me how to load it. I wanted to tell Dad how much I loved this because I loved Roy Rogers.

I stepped onto the platform to wait for him to come out of the bathroom. The door was open, and I could see him standing, peeing. He turned and saw me looking up at him.

“You sneaky little bastard,” he yelled.

Scared, I ran and sat next to my brother and his jigsaw puzzle..

The toilet flushed and then angry stomping down the stairs. I kept my head down as he called me a wicked, evil little boy. “Now give the gun to your brother—you lost it for being a sneak.” I got up and ran into the dining room with it and he followed yelling at me. Mom walked out of the kitchen and stood with her arms folded.

Dad stopped yelling and stared. I fired two caps at him, and he turned and walked to the front door. He looked around and mom had moved in front of me to block him off. I reached around her and fired two more caps and he stormed out of the house

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