Midnight on the Roof. That's where he'll be. I know Santa Claus is real. I know that because he's my Dad.
It was small things at first. I made a list:
1) A wistful smile on Mum's lips each Christmas Eve.
2) The way she hummed "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus" without noticing.
3) The fact we ALWAYS put out cookies and beer for him before Christmas Day. And a carrot for Rudolf.
4) My last real memory of him dressed in his large red gown and hat with white fur trim telling Mum he had to go. His presents was making things worse.
Not sure I understood why presents could be bad. It must be stressful being so busy at Christmas.
That was a Christmas Eve too. Mum doesn't know I saw him leave. Or that she told him not to bother about coming back. I'm guessing she was saying he didn't need to come down the chimney. We didn't have a chimney in the flat.
I was supposed to be asleep, but they didn't know I knew the presents came from him. Like I wouldn't wake up when the door crept open and his silhouetted sack emptied at the foot of the bed.
Mum says he's with that "frosty pitch" now. I think she means where the polar bears live. What I don't get is why he had to go full-time. Surely, he could have pretended for the rest of the year. I wouldn't have told anyone!