when i snuck down the stairs,
past midnight
to see if Santa had come yet.
and saw
my mother
kissing Santa,
moving his beard aside
to slobber on his lips.
his hands,
that looked a lot like
my father's,
were tugging at her
hair
and she was making
strange noises
like she was injured
or out of breath.
she was wearing high heels
and a red satiny
dress
that barely covered
her legs.
was she really one of Santa's
helpers
all this time?
quickly i ran back up the steps
and crawled into bed
then put
a pillow over my head.
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