Last Christmas
Dearest Koko, It was a little after midnight on 24th December 2025 and you were dreaming. In your dream you said something vaguely about Santa and I woke up. I was suddenly overcome by a terror. This was not the kind of terror that Stephen King novels are made up of, but the kind that covers your heart when you are stuck in traffic or your are in the shower. It is the very real fear of time slipping away. You know how anxious I get when we play any game that has the sand timer running? Even if I know what the answer is I falter when there is a timer running like that. This has been the bane of my existence, but tonight it was something else. Playing Santa for you has been my obsession over the past few years, In the beginning it was easy. I would decorate the tree by myself, get the gifts and put them under the tree. When you woke up you would get something under the pillow or see the gifts under the tree. The tragedy with this generation of children is of plenty...