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Santa Always Blows His Cover

It was Christmas 1995 when Mom burnt the bacon and Dad was just getting home. I tore open the packaging to the Mortal Kombat-brand plastic ship and Ray pulled a puppy out of a box. “Ruby!” he announced, holding up the furry dog he’d dreamt of since summer. “Where’s Liu Kang and Raiden?” I asked […]

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Santa In A Bottle

When night comes, on Christmas Eve, before I stop the world and go to sleep, I pour myself a drink. The sticky bottle talks to me, in the voice of Santa. That’s a ritual he repeats every year; he comes in different forms to surprise me. Santa is a shape-shifter. He left behind the red […]