Saint and the Queen

by Desiree .

“Nigga, who the fuck is you?” I asked, voice cracking at the sight of him.

“Nigga, you are saying you are SANTA CLAUS!” I hollered with my hand on the door. “That ain’t nothing short of crazy! I don’t want no parts of it. I just want you out my shit!”

“Hold up! You don’t know about Charles?! About Christmas or–––” “SECURITY?!”

“Biiitch!” She cackled. “What were you smoking and drinking so I can have some!? I wanna wake up married to a King and be Mrs. Claus!”

I’m the one getting the mean glares and stares.” “Probably because you slapped the fuck out of yo Daddy who just happens to be Santa Claus.”