I got to listen to my friends talk about how they were going to see Father Christmas,I watched all my friends pay my class teacher so they could sit on Father Christmas lap,I got to escort my friends to Father Christmas room, I ALWAYS had to wait for them outside the room and ALWAYS had the door shut in my face but NOT before I got to see the room filled with all the wrapped gifts and a FAT man sitting on a chair.
Father Christmas saw me every year (he can't deny that) He saw my big eyes always trying to catch a glimpse of his bulky frame and he ALWAYS waved, but why was he that wicked that he never invited me into that room nor give me a gift,not once.It wasn't fair!! I hated Father Christmas so much and I always prayed that a FAT KID would break his legs upon sitting on them.The stingy callous Fat Man...lol
My last year in Primary school, I FINALLY got to see the stingy Father Christmas.I came face to face with him,I saw him without his beards, he was eating!!! Oh the shock.I was horrified so he wasn't immortal like I had imagined,he didn't have reindeers plus he was a thief, he deceived the whole school and stole money,He was a fraudster.I recognised Father Christmas,it was Mr Belema!!! my Primary 3 school teacher.The lying thief!!!!!!!! Yes, I saw him and he even looked at me smiling saying some words my brain refused to comprehend.He was eating Jollof Rice with grains falling off his mouth in different directions,no wonder he was so FAT!!!!!! as I walked away to share the good news to my friends,I prayed he choked on his meal.So after all these years,he couldn't even give me a Pencil and he knew exactly who I was.
I finally found out the truth,my fat teacher Mr Belema with Pot belly and huge butt had been pretending to be Father Christmas,and for the first time I was glad my mom never paid...