100WC Week 4 - The Present

I am often frustrated, exacerbated and infuriated by my mum, “I don’t want anything, “ she says ( but if you turn up emptied handed the disappointment shows). So for Christmas I bought the ugliest singing Santa I could find. It had a demonic expression; slanted eyebrows, angry eyes and an all-too-knowing smile. After she unwrapped it she gave the most insincere “that’s nice” I’ve ever heard. Our satanic Santa took pride of place on top of the TV, but when I put the batteries in it started to sing and dropped its crimson trousers to give us Santas special present.