I know that feeling. This one Christmas I woke up, went downstairs to the tree only to see that nothing was there. The lights shined so bright, so beautiful, but there was nothing there until something caught my eye. There was a tiny little box wrapped up behind the tree. I bent down on my hands and knees, reached under and pulled it out. It was blank with no names on it. I opened it, only to see a bullet sitting in the little box before me. I thought to myself, "what does this mean?". I looked over to my left to see my pistol hanging on the wall in it's strap. I came to realization that this bullet; this one little bullet, was meant for me. I knew that whoever put this under my tree, knew that I was alone for Christmas, have absolutely nobody but an empty, lit tree.

I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my gun, placed the bullet inside and got ready for the worst. Suddenly, after a flash to my eye, Santa Clause stood before me. He said to me, "n0phearz, before you do anything out of proportion. I want you to to take a few minutes to ask yourself why you're doing this. Do you really believe that your life doesn't mean anything, that there's not a single person out there who doesn't feel an ounce of compassion or feeling towards you?" Listening to his words, I felt bitterness inside me, sadness in my heart. I fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor, staring at the gun. "Why?", I thought to myself. I stood back up, still staring at the gun I held in my hands, only just moments ago was going to use it on myself. That's when it hit me; "This bullet isn't for me!", I said out loud. I slowly looked up at Santa, who was staring at me with a smile. I then pointed the gun towards him when suddenly his bright red happy face turned into fear and trembles. He said "What are you doing?", I then yelled out "HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE!!" He yelled back in a terrified voice "What do you mean?, I'm Santa Clause" I said, BULLSHIT!, you are a LIAR!. I punch Santa in the mouth and he whimpers out to me, "Pl...ease....Stop!" I stare into his eyes with darkness, evil of all glory. He stares back into mine, face sweaty, eyes watery. I point the gun to his head and pull the trigger. The gun falls out of my hand and hits the floor. I stand back up, staring into my hands, thoughtless. No chain of thoughts, no reaction. "Last time I let a black santa get away from telling me bullshit lies!"

wat? Don't ask, I seen this is random posts so I followed up. Hope everyone likes my imagination. LOL