(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED

(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED
No midgets were harmed in the telling of this story I hope.
It is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is probably guilt on the readers part.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD SAD TALE OF CRUSHED HOPE...
http://youtu.be/tnMhfflKCTA

Im'ma tell you about how I figured out Santa Claus was not real.
When I was little boy all I wanted for Christmas was my own midget.
Now I know these days its more appropriate to call em little people or height challenged but when I was a boy they was midgets.
I used to see midgets in the movies, you know.
The Wizard of Oz and Willie Wonka and I wanted me a midget.
Well when I was about 5 my mom took me and my sister to Sears and we saw Santa Claus.
Now mind you this was a white Santa Claus and it took great courage for me to even contemplate sitting on his lap but I was determined to get me a midget and he had two of them.
A boy and a girl, and I had heard he had a whole workshop full of midgets called elves.
Surely this white man with white hair and a white beard could spare me a midget.
He sat me on his lap and asked me what I wanted and I pointed to the female midget.
"That's what I want Santy Claus."
I knew he was stupid when he said "Oh you want a fire truck."
One was behind the midget.
Whoever told me this man knew what all children wanted had lied.
I quickly explained that I wanted one of his midgets... Female preferably and he could deliver it to my door since we had no fireplace.
He laughed all Ho ho ho and informed me that his midgets were his and he needed them at some place called the north pole.
He tried me again.
"How about a training wheel bicycle?"
Nope... Midget.
That's he looked at my mom and said "Ma'am come and get this weird kid."
I was dragged away kicking and protesting my wrongful treatment.
I vowed that day that until Santa brought me my midget and delivered it with a signed and framed apology I was gone make his life the worst sort of hell.
Since then all mall Santa's as well as the ones at any public function and even the bell ringers in front of Walmart have been closely scrutinized.
You tell Santa if you see him.
I wants my damn midget.
She would be pocket sized now.
If I see Santa Im'ma have to fuck him up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY