Santa is a rapist.

I just finished rereading The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry. It's one of my favorite books, but it makes me cry every time I read it.

I was helping my dad decorate the living room, and he asked me why I looked so bummed.

"I just read a book where my favorite character accidentally kills his sister's baby and gets sent to an insane asylum, never to be heard from again. We need to do something cheerful, it made me really sad."

"It's Christmas Eve. It doesn't get much more cheerful than that."

Oh, yeah.
Good point.
I'm still uber depressed though.