Mean Santa

It wasn't Christmas
Nothing felt like Christmas
Except you were Santa in this heated day of June

The bag in your hands
Full with secrets and surprises
Promised happy smiles and much more

As you handed out little square boxes
To each visible human being
I anxiously awaited my share of awards

Then your eyes met mine
Freeze
Silence
A heavy load of Awkwardness

Two mere seconds were long enough for the truth
I had been a bad girl
Santa was punishing me with crippled fortune

Smiled
I walked away in an injured dignity