The boy, no more than 7, reached up, giving the Sears’ Santa’s fake beard a hard tug. “I wanna grow up to be someone no one will forget. Not ever.”
“Oh, my. Surely there’s something that you’d like under the tree this year.”
The little tike hopped down from Santa’s lap and waved a dismissing hand. “Nah.” He turned back, meeting the Santa’s gaze. “Remember...not ever.” And with that he disappeared into the toy section.
The Santa leaned over to his helper “elf.” “Geesh, that stinkin’ Manson kid is just plain weird.”