Christmas Eve 1988
Ed was just eight years-old and Sarah was just six and their mother brought theme to the center of the stairs where they sat.
Suddenly, Santa Claus came down the chimney and exited eating the cookies and drinking the milk on the top of the mantel.. After that, he put small gifts in the two stockings hanging over the mantel and took presents out of his bag and put theme under the tree. He then noticed Ed and Sarah looking at him so he winked and touched his nose before he went up the chimney.
Shortly after Ed and Sarah were walking back to their rooms when Sarah said:
"It was daddy!"
"Huh?" Ed asked.
"Santa Claus was just daddy wearing a costume." Sarah told him back.
"That's not true Sarah!" Ed shouted back.
Later Ed was sleeping in his room until he began to hear noises coming from downstairs. The young curios Ed went downstairs to see something he would never forget.
Ed's dad was still in his Santa suit sexuly fondling his mother on her legs to her delight.
The young heartbroken Ed ran up to his room where he saw a small Santa Claus glass figure he was keeping on his dresser. Ed picked it up and threw it on the ground. Then Ed took one of the sharp shards of glass and poked the center of his hand causing it to bleed.
Ed would never be the same after that.
TO BE CONTINUED