All I want for Christmas!The morning before Christmas Break, Paul Mills rode on the bus in fear. He sat in the seat directly behind the bus driver praying that his kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Plant, wouldn’t call on him to read his letter to Santa. Please God don’t let her pick me, he thought over and over again. If she picks me I’m sure to have my ass kicked at recess, he predicted as he walked down the hall to his class room. If you ever grant me anything lord, please let it be this, was his last thought as he took his chair when the first bell rang. When the morning announcements and Pledge of Allegiance where completed Ms. Plant ran through the attendance. Please not me, Paul continued to think as she read the names.
“Who wants to be the first to read their letter to Santa?”
Not one hand went up.
“You’re all going to have to come up eventually.”
“Shit.” Paul mumbles.
“What was that Mr. Mills? Shit you say? Why don’t you go ahead and lead us off then.”
His other class mates giggled as he inched his way down the isle towards the front of the class.“Pick up the pace, we don’t have all morning. I’m sure the other students won’t like it if this runs into recess.”
Paul moves a little quicker after this threat, he didn’t need to give them any more ammunition then he was about to. He takes the letter out of his pant pocket and unfolds it.
“Dear Santa.” He clears his throat and begins reading at an alarming rate. “I spent the better part of the night sifting through all the things that I wanted for Christmas and had a hard time narrowing down what to ask for. I then decided that what I wanted the most; was something that would help me prepare for the career that I want to have when I’m older. Santa could I please get an Easy Bake Oven. Sincerely, Paul Mills, future head chef.”
“Very good, Paul. Now take your seat. Susie Peterson, you’re up next.”
Paul retakes his seat to listen to the rest of his classmates read their letters to Santa, wishing that some other boy would ask for a doll or something to help ease the embarrassment of telling everyone that he wanted what was long considered to be a girl’s toy. No such luck. He got a lynching at recess by two of his class mates and a first grader. To make it worse all the girls made fun of him the rest of the day for cowering at the three boys aggression and insults. 1983 was easily one of the worst years of Paul Mills’ Life.
AKA Chapter 1 of my Novella "Blue Goose Steak and Moose