Charles Webb - The Death Of Santa Claus

Charles Webb - The Death Of Santa Claus

He's had the chest pains for weeks, br but doctors don't make house br calls to the North Pole, br br he's let his Blue Cross lapse, br blood tests make him faint, br hospital gown always flap br br open, waiting rooms upset br his stomach, and it's only br indigestion anyway, he thinks, br br until, feeding the reindeer, br he feels as if a monster fist br has grabbed his heart and won't br br stop squeezing. He can't br breathe, and the beautiful white br world he loves goes black, br br and he drops on his jelly belly br in the snow and Mrs. Claus br tears out of the toy factory br br wailing, and the elves wring br their little hands, and Rudolph's br nose blinks like a sad ambulance br br light, and in a tract house br in Houston, Texas, I'm 8, br telling my mom that stupid br br kids at school say Santa's a big br fake, and she sits with me br on our purple-flowered couch, br br and takes my hand, tears br in her throat, the terrible br news rising in her eyes.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:30

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