December 24th at 8:30 pm

Tis the season to be jolly to all, but one. As the curious eyes saw mommy and Santa in the living room, underneath the mistletoe, kissing passionately, all it felt was uttermost disgust.

These eyes weren't the only ones to witness such horrid act, but also a child who was only 6 years of age.

"Amy, why is Santa and mommy kissing? I thought only mommy and daddy does that?" Asked her little sister, Monica. Monica's eyes were filled with sadness. She was only 6 years old, yet the little girl already knew the word "betrayal."

Amy didn't know what to tell her little sister. All she could do was continue to stare at the indecency of their mommy and Santa. She clenched her fist and took her little sister with her.

I will not allow Santa to tear my family apart! She thought to herself.

December 25th at 01:26 am

"Please... dont..." The man dressed in the Santa Clause costume begs as he holds out his right hand to stop the tiny figure before him, while holding the wound on his stomach with the other.

There was blood everywhere from when he crawled away as soon as he got stabbed.

Sweat trickled from his forehead, his breathing labored, and his vision slowly began to blur. He tried to fight the darkness, but it was too overpowering. He wanted to give up the fight, but the thoughts of death is what kept him alive.

The tiny figure slowly approached him. It was holding a shiny object that was giving off a glimmer from the light of the moon. The object it was holding was a kitchen knife with blood dripping from the tip, falling to the carpet floor.

As the figure revealed itself, the man couldn't help but feel shocked and confusion. His heart was pounding so fast that it could rip out off his chest any second, he was losing breath, and he finally succumbed into darkness.

Her deep, blue eyes couldn't help but stare at his lifeless body with satisfaction. A smirk started to form on the her face.

"That's what you get for kissing mommy, Santa."

The sound of foot steps came rushing from the stairs to the living room. In came their mother, Sarah, and following behind her was Amy.

"No, Monica! What did you do!" Her mother screamed in despair. She ran quickly towards Santa's lifeless body.

All Monica could do was stare at her cruel work.

"But, mommy! Monica just wanted to protect our family! You're not supposed to be kissing anyone other than daddy!" Amy replied to her mother with seething anger. Why was her mother protecting Santa?

The man in the Santa costume didn't wake up, no matter how hard Sarah tried to wake him up.

As Sarah removed his hat and beard, the two girls opened their eyes in horror.

"No." Amy says in a sad whisper. Tears started to fall from her eyes. Knowing that the man in the Santa costume was none other than her loving father killed her deep inside.

Monica was in more pain than anyone in the room. Her eyes were still wide open. She was speechless. The knife fell off her hand and she slowly approached her father. She hugged him and screamed in agony, begging for her father to come back to them.

One Year Later

Sarah was humming Monica's favourite lullaby so that she can finally go back to sleep.

Monica smiles at the tune and right before she goes to sleep, she stares at her mother's eyes.

Although they did not hold the same life as they did back then, Sarah will continue to love both her daughters no matter what.

As she looked at her mother's eyes she asks, "Mommy, when is daddy coming back home?"

Since the tragedy of that Christmas morning, Monica had no memory of what had happened and what she had done.

They had taken Monica to a mental institution, in hopes for her recovery.

Whenever she would be reminded of the death of her father, she would start kicking and screaming. Since then, her mother and Amy never mentioned it.

Amy stopped visiting, still needing some space; still blaming herself for her family's tragedy.

Sarah held the tears in her eyes, not wanting her to notice the sadness behind them. "Daddy is still in a business trip, my love. But he did want me to tell you that he loves you very much."

Knowing that her father loved her made her happy. When Sarah continued to hum her a lullaby, Monica slowly drifted a peaceful slumber.

The End.