Christmas again, with decorations in shop windows and stockings and song
but something didn’t feel right this time around.
He’d heard rumors from distant cousins and trusted friends, and it made perfect sense.
You see, in every home he visited on Christmas Eve, there wasn’t ever a child present. How long had he been bringing them gifts? How long had he believed they were asleep in bed? Truth is, he’d never actually seen one. Oh, there were children at the mall. He took pictures with them. But were they the real thing?
Maybe there was no such thing as children.