Hiiiii, I'm back from under my rock, sorry for taking so long, I've been having all school stuff and things about my teacher to deal with, but I'm back, so please don't kill me! Also, thank's so much for the reviews, they mean so much to me. I love you guys!

It had been a week since Dad had rescued me from the wolf. Now, I was back on my own, in the wilderness.

I had been surviving on my small piece of bread, and could already feel my skin hanging off my bones.

I miss Dad. And Mom. Mom must still be sick, since she hadn't come to look for me. Oh well. All I really wanted was to see Dad again.

I woke, shooting up into the sitting position on my pile of leaves, on a damp, yet sunny, mid-day Tuesday (I think). I shook my head and tried to snuggle back down, smiling softly.

I thought I'd heard Dad's voice echoing through the clearing.

"So, unlike that little pile of shit, you have the natural ability to stay on a bike and not fuck it up. We shall go again!" the voice commanded through the trees, and I heard a small, high-pitched reply.

I sat up again, and twisted my neck round, just seeing a small boy on a bike riding with his all-too-familiar father.

"Dad!" I screeched, just as a large amount of leaves flew into my face from the wheels of the shiny blue bike which whizzed past me, belonging to the young boy.

Dad pulled the brakes right next to me, and sniffed, whilst the boy skidded back next to us.

"Oh, it's you is it? Yes, your mother was wondering where you are. Too bad I'm not." Dad shrugged, and got ready to ride off with the boy.

"What? Dad, don't you miss me?" I asked sadly.

"No. I never missed you. You are a disgrace to the name of...biking?" He looked slightly thrown, and looked at the boy for a better idea, before shrugging.

"But Dad, I miss you, and Mom." I whined.

"Well, I have Anton now. Goodbye." Dad said tartly, before riding off into the distance, 'Anton' at his heels. Well, wheels...

I woke again, with a stiff neck and bunged up nose, to a bright white.

For a moment, I wondered if Dad was back and ready to run me over again like he did three years ago, but this light wasn't headlights. It was...Santa?

A jolly looking, red-suit-clad, bearded man, was ho-ho-hoing in his sled, whilst various green elves stood in the reigndeers (sp?) place.

"Santa?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"Yes, it's me, poor smelly homeless boy. Would you like me to grant your Christmas wish?" he asked, looking at me with kind, beady eyes.

"But it's not Christmas!" I said thoughtfully, staring at the sacks of toys sitting behind him.

Santa sniffed, and said, "Well, fuck this then, RUN YOU FILTHY PEASANTS!"

The elves began to run, the bells jingling behind them, whilst I shouted, "Santa, take me with you!"

Santa stopped, turned in his sleigh to face me, and said with a malicious look in his eye, "Are you sure, hobo boy?"

I nodded, trying to forget Anton and Dad.

"Fine, hop aboard boy, and we'll have a lovely time in the North Pole! Let us go before it gets dark early. RUN YOU FILTHY PEASANTS, I SAID RUN!"

So, that's it for now, please review, read, share, whatever the hell you want, and constructive critisism and any idead is useful! No mean comments please! Thanks for reading! * BROFIST! *