A bill outlawing Christmas presents? You were ecstatic. No more hard-earned money siphoned to corporations.
I wanted to get our son something small anyway. You waved away my concerns, pronounced it was like pulling off a band-aid.
There was that Academic on TV warning about an ancient manuscript and gift-giving keeping evil spirits pacified. As Christmas approached his message never changed but he grew disheveled, desperate to be heeded. You scoffed.
Christmas morning. The bedroom door burst open, revealing the silhouette of our son, blood-stained knife in hand, eyes rolled back in his skull.
‘I told you so’ isn’t enough.