Lucas
It’s snowing, exactly like a year ago, but this time I’m walking, wearing a thick jacket, a scarf, a pair of new gloves, and clean clothes. I finished work, cleaned up, changed, and just emerged from a little shop where I bought a small gift.
It’s Christmas Eve and I smile when I glimpse a Santa Claus ringing a bell on the sidewalk. Pete isn’t doing it anymore, and that’s good because he was kind of sad as Santa, even though he was trying, in his own way. For sure, for me he’d been the best Santa ever. For me he’s been…the beginning of a lot of things. Pete gave me a new life. From nothing, in a moment. He picked me up from the sidewalk and gave me a house, a bed, food, his heart. Most of all his heart.
Maybe he is impulsive; the least diplomatic man on the earth, overprotective a
