5X Better Than The Emporer Thread
By far not my best work, definitely not even remotely close to Prototype's works of genius. But... In response to Nathaniel Parker's challenge...
Just a simple story from elementary school. I think I was in third grade. My mom and dad had picked me up from school and we drove to go pick my younger brothers and sisters up from daycare. I was sitting in the car with my father as my mother went inside. It was mid-November. I, being a child, was infatuated with the thought of Christmas coming around the corner. My father, being in his early thirties with four children and a serious love affair with alchohol, was quite disillusioned.
I was relaying the gifts I wanted from Santa Claus to my father. He listened silently, groaning here and there at the inevitable high price of my list. He responed with something like, "And how do you suppose Santa is going to pay for all of these things?" I obviously went off on a tangent about elves and reindeer and otherwise.
So, we sat there in silence; I, waiting for his reply, he, waiting for the proper answer to give to a nieve and hopelessly optomistic seven-year old. It's raining lightly and cars are flying past us on the city streets. He looks back to me from the front seat, eyes in direct contact with mine and says, "You know, Santa Claus Doesn't exist. It's completely impossible to travel around the entire globe in just one night. Reindeer can't fly. And for that matter, no one works for free."
I'm on the verge of tears, and yet he continues, "You know no one gets us roofers presents."
Both of us sat in dead silence while I tried to regain my composure before my brother and sister got in the car. I looked down at my lap, sobbing quietly as I tried to rationalize my father's logic. I knew he was wrong, why would people concieve so great a lie as Christmas? Why would the happiest time of a child's year be fake? Finally, I had decided that he had only told me these things to surprise me once again when I recieved those dilligently wrapped packages marked "From Santa." I knew he only wanted to see that happy smile on my face when I saw the few remaining crumbs of cookies and milk left on our ratty coffee table.
I sat there knowingly, full of self-reassurance when he turned around once again. "You know, God doesn't really exist either."
Like I said, it's not the best. So it should be easy to top. I challenge you Nathaniel Parker.