“Where were you for so long?” the kid asked unhappy.
“Uhmm..,” daddy could say nothing.
“I hate Andy, uncle, auntie, and yes, I hate you!”
The man hugged him, “Why?”
“You’re not home just before mommy passed away. Now I know!”
“What?! They finally told you!?”
“Only Andy. I found this picture while cleaning up our house. I told Andy and he whispered me that’s why we had two Christmas Eves with no presents. You’re in jail. You robbed Santa and killed his deer”
*pic's from here
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