Beating Up Santa

There he was. Right in front of her. Santa Claus. She'd been waiting her entire life for this moment. The kids were asleep. She'd lured him there with milk and cookies. Everything was going to plan. She'd seen him come down through the chimney. And now he was stuffing himself with the cookies. With the alu bat in her hand she carefully stepped out of the shadows. She raised the bat. "And what do you think, you're doing?" Santa Claus said and slowly turned around to face her. She froze. "I'm... I'm gonna beat you up." she answered. "Why is that?" Santa asked. "You were never there for me as a kid." she said. She lowered the bat. They just stood there and looked at each other. "What's your name?" Santa asked after the pause. Her heart was racing. She had no idea where all her courage to beat Santa up had gone. "Sarah Miller." she answered. "Sarah Miller... Sarah Miller..." Santa said and rubbed his beard, trying to remember her. Rage started building up inside her again. He couldn't even remember her? Would make sense though, but what a bastard making it so obvious. "Oh yeah! Sarah Miller! Ben and Clara Miller are your parents, right?" Santa said. Sarah raised the bat a little again. "Yeah." she confirmed. Santa started laughing really hard. "They were so damn broke!" He was even doing belly laughs now. " Of course I didn't come around to your broke little household. What would I have given you? A hug? They couldn't even afford to pay the hug-fee, haha!" Santa was laughing so hard now he was almost crying. Sarah couldn't take it anymore. It was time for revenge. She raised the bat and beat up Santa, because Santa was being a dick.