Is this a photo of an old man thinking about how happy he used to be, or does this baby get off on laughing at Santa Claus the other 11 months of the year? When Mrs. Claus goes down to Boca, and Santa’s only company are the memories of missions gone wrong. Parents he had to strangle with Christmas twine because they thought he was a burglar; no one shall know.
“Self-defense,” he mutters over goddamn tears, and the undignified gurgling of blueberry wine on an empty porch.
