“What...” she started stuttering. “That’s ... for me?”Her mom just shrugged again. “He probably thought, now that you’ve come of age, yo... need some seed money,” she remarked succinctly and emptied the wine glass.Only a few days later, Carolina stood in the animal shelter. She had cashed the cheque immediately and then went on a shopping spree. She could always use new clothes and had also gotten herself a large, roomy SUV; her first car, which she wanted to bring him home with. On top of that. She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She looked around at the room.The walls were fairly bare. A dresser sat on the opposite wall from the bed, next to the bedroom door. The accordion doors to the closet on the left wall were closed. A window was just over Angel’s left shoulder as she sat upright in the bed. There was a nightstand on both sides of the bed. The right wall was bare. A laundry basket with folded clothes sat in the corner.Angel was silent as she took in her. "Santa is very talented." I heard from behind me. I turned around and found myself face to face with Santa Claus. I looked back through the doorway and Santa was still there having sex with my mother.This Santa looked different than the one in the living room. He was much younger and he beard was even shorter. His face really looked sexy. But then my mind snapped back to reality. With a confused look on my face, I stammered "how... can... you..."Santa just looked at me and smiled. "Christmas is. ” I whisper to Jenny, we move back into deeper shadows and start to warm each other up, I hear voices from near our van; I go to the edge again to listen.“It’s a waste of time waiting, even if they are back at eleven, allowing for a walk back, after the Hounds finish, we will have to stay quiet, that’s not a lot of fun”“I thought it was a planned party.” Said a second voice in a disappointed tone.“It was; but nobody told the guests of honour, they wanted it kept quiet.” Said a third.“We should.