My first encounter with Santa Claus sent me screaming into the dark world of doubt.

Anticipation. Can't sit still.
Big bulbed lights on houses. Fire hazards.
Dad drives too slow. What if we miss him?
Brown, slushy sidewalks. Fake snow sprayed on store windows.
Revolving doors. Gusts of perfumes and greetings.
Long, curvey lines. Children with sweaty hands.
Mint jelly elves. Rebok sneakers with tights.
Red hat. Cotton ball snow.
Faded black boots. Dad's grip leaves my hand.
Lifted into a red lap. White gloves adjust spectacles.
Tangled beard. Cigarette breath.
A white glove slides under my ass. Massaging fingers.
Yellow smile. Grip tightens.
Dad looks at lingerie. Santa wishes me merry.