I Didn't Mean to Kiss Her

That Christmas, I only asked for one thing.

Let me transfer schools. Ship me to Grandma Nellie's for the year. Let's pack up and root ourselves somewhere not here. Or better yet, let's just have the earth open up and swallow me whole.

I'd given Santa Claus some options, obviously, but the message was clear: I wanted out of here.

Anything to get me away from Clara West.