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

The angles of the green lighting from the high ceiling, adding a green cast to the dots of colored lights 
 
 low roaring din as blurs move toward their end point 
 
 the woman leads me by the hand to him 
 
 i'm not bothered, i'm sat upon his lap 
 
 the man speaks loudly, i'm noticing the pattern on the carpet synthetic 
 
 he repeats himself and moves me 
 
 i notice every detail of his common face, i notice my face screwed up tight but it's only because everything at once 
 
 she says she's sorry, the woman leads me by the hand away from him 
 
 i turn and look back as the next is received but this time he uses both hands to catch and pull them in 
 
 she says something about difficulty, and pulls my attention in towards our end point 
 
 the carpet ends and returns to the bright and shiny floor 
 
 we're walking away fast 
 

