at night
i use
to read to my son
the usual
books, sitting in the rocking
chair beside
his little bed.
Dr. Seuss, Curious George,
The Man in the Yellow
Hat,
Peter Pan,
or Treasure Island,
etc.
but after a few months,
he got
bored, so i had to make
stories up.
he loved the ones where
Santa Claus would go nuts
and rob
The First National
bank,
blowing up the safe,
while his sled
and reindeer waited on
the roof
with a few elves.
at some point Batman
would be involved,
Wonder Woman,
and Lex Luther.
occasionally a flying saucer
invasion
would take place
threatening the future of
the world.
green men and ray guns.
vampires would rise
from the dead
and start biting people,
turning into bats
and attacking children on
the playground.
once an earthquake
cracked open the walls of the insane
asylum,
and all the crazy people
escaped
wrapped up in straight jackets.
i'd tell him
a horror story
that Hillary had been elected
as President
after rigging the election
and was painting the white house
in rainbow colors.
at this point
he'd get scared and start crying.
saying no, dad, no.
then his mother
would come into the room,
which ended story time
for the night.

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