Lucas
The air is getting colder and my eyes start to burn. My legs are numb. People keep walking back and forth. It’s amazing how New York is truly the city that never sleeps. I put the book in my backpack and breathe on my hands to warm them.
While I’m doing this, my gaze falls on Santa Claus, and what I see makes me smile. He isn’t looking at me and scratching his ass. Then he shakes his legs and arranges his big belt on his huge, fake belly. Poor man, he isn’t comfortable.
At least I don’t have to stand on my feet all day.
On the other hand, he probably has a normal life somewhere, maybe even a family.
I would work as a fake Santa Claus, except with the sounds that come out of my throat; I probably wouldn’t make a good impression. I’d scare the children. I might as well wear a penn
