I broke into his house as he slept.
It wasn’t as hard as I’d imagined it might be, to be honest,
I’d thought breaking and entering would be a whole huge process and that I
might not be up to the task, but when the time came all I needed was a little
forethought, a little advance planning, and an appropriate mix of forthright
honesty and blatant lies.
I explained to his neighbor what I planned to do and she
gave me his extra key, basically, it didn’t take any more than that.
So, while he slept, into his home I crept, dressed all in
black but for a red winter hat atop my ski-masked head.
I was careful, I had to be careful, lest I wake him as I
crept silently up his stairs and into his room, placing the small, gift-wrapped
parcel I’d brought with me on his night stand and crouching by his bed, my face
inches from his, watching him even as he continued to sleep, utterly oblivious
to my presence, the only sound in the room that of his breathing as he
And, once everything was in place and I knew the time was
right, I prodded him once, then again, to wake him from his dreams.
“Secret Santa.” I whispered, eyes wide, grinning under my
And then waited for the screaming to begin…