We all stared at the man who pretended to be the good ol' Santa. But behind that costume was a corrupted man who felt no shred of remorse towards us. Not one drop of guilt for what he did to us. And he showed up just like that as though nothing happened!
"George Philip Frostbite...the nerve of you to come back here." Alex, who was supposed to be the timid and jovial sibling of all, rose from his seat and glared at Dad. Dad? Should I even call him that?
"What brings you here? Do you think you can strut back into our lives after what you just did? You ruined not just my secret but exposed Crystal to the crowd too! Do you realize how it affected us? 'Dad'?" I added sarcastically.
He pulled the fake wig and hat off his face and looked at us with a benighted gaze. I could tell it wasn't ou
