Wordly Wise

Once upon a time. In a ghetto far far away. There lived an audacious gangster named Sharone. Sharone was a very prudent man, and he always pilfered objects from people while they were at the annual gun convention. Sharone was so conscientious, that the neighbors never had the slightest inkling that they had been robbed. Whenever something went missing he would pretend to help the person look for it and give up saying, “If I can’t find it than no one can”. Sharone had a profusion of watches, golden rings, and bling he had stolen over the years. He had worked alone his whole life, knowing that if he had an accomplice they might commit mutiny and turn him in to the police.

One day while Sharone was strolling through the streets of Atlanta, he saw the pained look on the face of a wife living in a house that he had just robbed. Sharone realized that what used to please him know pained him. With a surprising serenity that was unusual for him, he walked up to her door step and handed her the 50mm Glock that he had stolen. Instead of rebuking him like he thought she would, she just thanked him and closed the door. Sharone realized the satisfaction he found in returning the stolen items. He realized that he didn’t want to be depicted as the gangster that he was anymore. So that night he decided to embark on his own quest, he would made sure to go during the darkest hour of night so that he wouldn’t rankle anyone, and he began returning peoples stolen items. Sharone soon became frustrated because the people were lackadaisical when they found the items at their door step. That evening after his shift at the KFC was over he went to the clothing store and bought a red hoodie, with red basketball shorts, a red snapback, 12 Dobermans and a sled. He soon began working with the Atlanta police and would return the stolen items that they had confiscated from criminals. Sharone was never slovenly during his work, and he would always make sure that no one would see him. When it became too much for him to return items every night he decided that every December 25, he would return all the stolen toys to little boys and girls in Atlanta. And that’s how the legend of Gangster Clause came to be.