“I saw mama kissing Santa Claus last night by the christmas tree,” I told my dad with confusion locked in my eyes. “Why was she? I thought she only kissed you?” My dads eyes widened in rage and sadness. I was only 4 years old, and my older brother was 10. He shot up out of their bed, and went directly to the basement. I hollered as he walked away fastly, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?..” He stepped down the staircase angrily. I got too scared to approach… standing there… as if I was frozen. I heard yelling, crying, screaming, like the man had gone mad. I slowly tip-toed to my room, and closed the door quietly. I sinked down. Why was mommy kissing santa claus last night…