[ WP ] A dyslexic devil worshipper attempts to sell his soul to Santa .

`` Hello, Timmy.'' Santa said softly, his beard rustling. But his voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. 
 
 `` Satan.'' I stated. 
 
 `` Not him, no. I'm Santa. Santander Cláusula, but you kids know me as Santa Claus.'' 
 
 `` What? I summoned Satan! I wrote his name!'' 
 
 `` Timmy boy, you are severely dyslexic. I'm surprised the scripture even understood what you wrote. But I'm so glad you have tried to write. So proud. But why have you tried to summon the darkness into your beloved home?'' 
 
 `` It's.. It's my dyslexia. I do n't want it. I want to be normal! Like the other kids!'' 
 
 `` No, Timmy. You are better than normal. You have to accept who you are, and embrace yourself. You've had a some bad times, but I did n't put you on my naughty list. Because I see your heart, and it's purer than a baby's butt.'' 
 
 I giggled. Baby butts are stinky, not pure. But that was n't the point. 
 
 
 `` But the other kids are laughing at me! I want to make myself better, so I can play with them.'' 
 
 A pause. 
 
 `` Timmy, do you know Bill?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. He's the one that makes fun of me because I ca n't read right.'' I said sadly. 
 
 `` Want to know a secret?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` His parents are going through some difficult times.'' 
 
 `` Divorce?'' 
 
 `` At worst. How would you feel if your parents are fighting all the time?'' 
 
 I thought for a bit. `` Worried?'' I tried. 
 
 `` Yes. Worried and angry. There's nothing he can do about it except be constantly frustrated by his helplessness.'' Santa waited a moment for it to sink in. 
 
 `` But why is he bullying me?'' 
 
 `` Remember that time your sister took your lego piece and would n't give it to you back. And you were angry all day. And you punched the pillow in your tree house a few times?'' Santa asked. 
 
 `` Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?'' 
 
 `` You took *your* anger out on the pillow. Bill took *his* anger on you.'' 
 
 `` But that's not fair! It's not my fault what's happening to his family!'' 
 
 `` People cope with their problems and anger differently. What Bill did was n't right. But you have to understand his situation. He wants things to be normal, like you do.'' 
 
 I was starting to think I knew where Santa was coming from. 
 
 `` Just be patient, Timmy. And listen to your parents. Do n't dwell in these ancient scriptures. Dyslexia is n't the end of the world.'' He said, rising from the summoning circle. `` In fact,'' he continued, `` Rudolph is dyslexic, too.'' and with that, he left through the chimney.
