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Twas the morning of Christmas and all through my house, all the creatures were stirring, but no mice, we don't have any of those in our house.
All the presents now opened, it was time to go, to my annoying relative's house, and we had to drive through the snow.
We arrived 20 minutes late, oh what a sin, oh well it's 2:30, lets let this lame day begin.
All family sat in the living room, eating and drinking, "where did my mom buy that radar detector?" I was thinking.
So without even thinking, I had to ask, "hey mom where did you buy that, that gift was bad ***."
I was shot a nasty look by my aunt and my mother, "into the kitchen they said with a flutter."
(enter kitchen scene)
"What the hell is the problem, I responded politely?" I was told my cousin still believed in Santa Clause without any suspicion, and I *ked that all up with my inquisition.
"She's 13 years old and she still doesn't know!?" "What do you do every Christmas pack her ears with snow?"
"Someone had to tell her, it was for her own good." But my aunt and my mother did not think that I should.
So I pretended that I felt bad, even though my cousin wasn't really that sad.
I still wonder how it was possible, she believed to 13, that's damn near impossible.
And so concludes that tale of how Ghetto ruined Christmas, perhaps reading this you'll notice a few things are a miss. Well I’ve been drinking, and it's clouding my thinking, and, and, ok this trying to make words rhyme crap is getting annoying. I hope you liked the story because it’s true. I had a 13 year old cousin that still believed in Santa Clause, I guess that's what you get for sending your kid to private all girls schools. I ruined the day when I asked my mom where she bought a gift while my cousin was in the room. But come on, 13? Kids usually know the truth when they're 8 or 9.
Be careful what you say and who you say it in front of in this Christmas season.
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All the presents now opened, it was time to go, to my annoying relative's house, and we had to drive through the snow.
We arrived 20 minutes late, oh what a sin, oh well it's 2:30, lets let this lame day begin.
All family sat in the living room, eating and drinking, "where did my mom buy that radar detector?" I was thinking.
So without even thinking, I had to ask, "hey mom where did you buy that, that gift was bad ***."
I was shot a nasty look by my aunt and my mother, "into the kitchen they said with a flutter."
(enter kitchen scene)
"What the hell is the problem, I responded politely?" I was told my cousin still believed in Santa Clause without any suspicion, and I *ked that all up with my inquisition.
"She's 13 years old and she still doesn't know!?" "What do you do every Christmas pack her ears with snow?"
"Someone had to tell her, it was for her own good." But my aunt and my mother did not think that I should.
So I pretended that I felt bad, even though my cousin wasn't really that sad.
I still wonder how it was possible, she believed to 13, that's damn near impossible.
And so concludes that tale of how Ghetto ruined Christmas, perhaps reading this you'll notice a few things are a miss. Well I’ve been drinking, and it's clouding my thinking, and, and, ok this trying to make words rhyme crap is getting annoying. I hope you liked the story because it’s true. I had a 13 year old cousin that still believed in Santa Clause, I guess that's what you get for sending your kid to private all girls schools. I ruined the day when I asked my mom where she bought a gift while my cousin was in the room. But come on, 13? Kids usually know the truth when they're 8 or 9.
Be careful what you say and who you say it in front of in this Christmas season.
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