25th of December...

The day santa didn't give me a present...

...I became a bad boy.

"I'll be evil.. I'll be a bad boy.."

By the way, I'm the main character.

Once upon a time, Santa appeared in a dream when I was young...

"Hei Santa.. Why don't you ever give me a present for christmas?"

and then Santa replied

"Because your family is poor."

"T-then what should I do? I really want a present like other kids too!" I asked deperately.

"Work, boy!" Was all that fat person said.

"Those who don't work, don't eat. Get the things you want with your own power!"

There was a long pause..

"But believe.." He said, breaking the silence.

"...the earnest and serious people are the ones who have the last laugh.", he said in a serious tone.

"But even then, I won't give you the present!", he continued with a tone completely different which he used before.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Those sentences he said were to complicated for a 6-year-old to understand.

"Bye, kid! You will never see me again~!!!," he chirped, leaving a confused me.

Those sentences he said still linger in my ear, but even then I believed those words and lived on.