We were all young and naive once right?
During my early years, I used to spend most afternoons at my mate Rob's place who conveniently lived a few doors down the road. He had 2 older (twin) brothers who clearly enjoyed having a lend of our imagination.
We were 5 and very much looking forward to Santa's arrival in the coming weeks. The "evil twins" decided to sit us down and tell us something horrible they'd done the year before. Something that may affect Santa's ability to deliver presents that coming year....
They recounted that the previous Christmas they'd decided to patiently stay up all night and wait for Santa and the Elves to arrive at their house with large sized garbage bags at the ready.
And at the moment when the Elves came in the house to do Santa's dirty work, "SWOOOOP", they captured the 2 elves in the garbage bags and then buried them.
"Oh the horror!", I thought to myself. I was shaken to the core.
With this sad update, I remember Rob and I slinking out of the room - which probably coincided with his brothers giving each other high fives.
Rather than show fear for his brothers (aka "murderers"), I think I was more upset at the prospect of Santa not delivering the goods that Christmas. #shallow