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Looking up, tre, I saw the man on the house

“Santa?” I coughed, watching Brushing the snow from my face, I saw sparks

“Ah, daht”

“Santa?” I whispered

But he couldn’t hearmy eyes, I t

ried again, but my voice didn’t reach him

“Santa, you can give all my stuff away…help”

“God, please I’ll be good…I’ll be oodhelp”

“Someone…help”

CALLIOPE—Present

“Calliope?”

I turned to see Ethan looking at me

He frowned, his green eyes shifting to the spot I was just staring at “Is there so else”

“Yes, sorry, onedown the aisle until I reached the altar I stared at the figure of Christ

Walking on to the altar, I grabbed the gold cross before stepping into the back, into the as for the slaughter