[ WP ] A budding young sociopath sits on Santa 's lap .

I had the strangest feeling I had seen this kid before, I could n't figure out where. Sitting on my knee he looked back at his parents and then grinned at me, he scooted a little closer and leaned his head up, `` Kill the reindeer'', he said to me. I jerked back in surprise, `` Excuse me, do you even know what you are saying''? `` Yes.'' I kept thinking this child must have had a bad experience, perhaps a video game had altered his mindset, but he still looked so young, I just could n't understand what was happening. `` Kill the reindeer, Santa.'' I looked up from his little face and searched for his parents. Both of them were waiting as usual, a dog and two teenagers were standing with them. They seemed to be ignoring their little son's experience with Santa, only the cameraman had noticed my shock and probably thought I'd heard the little boy tell me mommy and daddy play leapfrog with the door shut. 
 
 `` What is your name, son''? He seemed to just stare at me, at first it was confusion then he began to realize I must not be the real Santa if I had to ask. I could see the thinking cross his face, it was so bizarre to see this kid react this way, again I could n't place where I had seen him and that I thought he was younger than he looked. 
 
 `` Who are you''? The little boy just looked at me, his confusion turning to indignation and then to disgust. Suddenly he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small phone or device I could n't place, then I felt him try to jump off of my knee by pushing against my chest. 
 
 `` NO!'' His mother was rushing over to take the boy off of my lap, her red-orange hair a blur; the father turned, I saw his green pants move toward us because I had fallen off the throne-like chair. There was a pain in my chest and I felt dizzy, the little boy had stabbed me with this device and I could n't figure out how. `` Sorry, Santa. If that is your real name...'', the father glared at me, it's almost like he hoped I was the real Santa. This was turning more bizarre by the minute. The teen boy in the blue shirt was crying, `` SANTA, SANTA no!''. The teen girl was just standing there, she looked so... ugly. 
 
 Then it hit me, I was looking at the family who I'd seen on the news the other night, they had been involved in some kind of accident where a neighbor's bathroom had been destroyed. None of this made sense. The newsman was making fun of the whole situation, apparently the man in the green pants had purchased a tank and shot at the house across the street, exploding the upstairs and killing the man who was taking a bath at the time. Now I had been stabbed by the little boy, what the hell was going on? 
 
 As the mother was picking up the boy and I was trying to steady myself on the ground the little boy whispered to me, ``... curse this house-wife harlot''. Then the dog ran up and the boy grabbed for his leash as the mother moved the boy to the ground, they turned and walked back to the two teens and left. I was dumbfounded and bleeding but happy to see them go. 

