-Let me tell you why you're reading this. You're reading this because you know something. What you know, you can't explain, but you feel it, you felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world, you don't know what it is, but it's there. You can feel it when you go to work, or when you go to church or when you pay your credit card bills. It's as if the world has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth, that you are a slave, and like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch, a prison for your mind. Do you know what I'm talking about?

-The Matrix?

-No, that's a different set of allegories altogether, what I'm talking about is Christmas! Have you ever thought about what kind of muscles Santa's reindeers would need to go around the whole world in just one night? Have you ever pondered how much protein and hormone stacked meat it would take to build those muscles? Have you ever contemplated why Santa keeps a naughty list when he's said to be FOR the other kind of kids, the nice ones, with low hormone levels? Have you ever wondered about what the REAL purpose of the naughty list might be? Have you ever ruminated over what it is that makes Rudolph's nose all red?

-Gasp! Gulp!

© Peter Andersson. (No, I don't plan a trilogy, but I never say never).