No Santa Claus

When I was eleven, I found out that Santa Claus wasn't real. By the time Christmas came around this year, my brother and I had nothing in our stockings, nor anything under the tree. That is understandable however, since we didn't have a tree.

We always had Christmas at grandpa's house, but since grandpa's death, we were putting all of our hope into Santa. Santa never showed up. That's when I figured out that Santa was always really just grandpa. I think mom was at her boyfriend's house on Christmas, we didn't see her. Tyler and I were so bored that we decided to use the minimal amount of snow to make a tiny snow man. That was a fun day. Mom didn't come home until two, reeking of booze, with an unsteady look in her eyes. I was pretending to sleep on the couch, but I was really watching her.