- Happy Christmas, my kid !

- As far as I remember, I never liked Christmas... I whispered

- I remember that had also like.

- Then remember why I hated it !

At the time, I was still living in Tokyo whith my parents and my big sister. A classic family and however we were not happy. Father had always wanted a sonto make him a Samurai to take over the family tradition but unfortunately he had had two daughters. Father almost had son, but he died at the birth, my umbilical cord killed him. Father then held me responsible for the accident he called "murder". He called me "Assassin" , when he spoke to me, so rarely. I did everything to be a Samurai so that he was proud of me. At 6 years old I accepted to the Academy of Samurai but Father always considered me not. I was sad and lack of affection made me violent. To calm my self, Mom told me that I had another Father who loved me, it was you : Santa Claus. Then you became my Daddy Christmas.

- Yes I remember you loved me. But why didn't you write me again in your eighth year ?

- Remember ! Remember the 24th December, the anniversary of my 8th birthday. Remember the poisoned gift you gave me. I continued

Mom got pregnant in the spring. At the Christmas baby arrived, he should have been born after my birthday but he was born on Christmas Eve. Father was at work and my sister... I do not remember but anyway, I was alone with Mom. She told me that the baby was my Christmas present from Daddy Christmas for me and Father. At the moment, I realized that Father only liked boys and I'd never be loved by them because I'm a girl.

- You betrayed me...

- No ! he said

She cried, she had to give birth alone, I was unable to move. I waited for the enemy. He left crying and screaming, I clutched my Kunai in my hand. My head rang with the cries of the baby and I saw that he was laughing at me when he knew very well that he would be loved. He was shouting.I went into action. Silence. I had kill the baby. I looked and said : "No son for Father... No gift from Daddy Christmas... No birthday for me". She lost a lot of blood and whisered :"You're not a Samurai, you are what that your father always said an Assassin but I love you anyway", it was his last words.

- I'm sorry for you. But why did you come to see me, my child ? Santa Claus asked

10 years later, I graduate from the Academy not that of the Samurai but that of Assassin, that is to say Ninja shadow the secret army of Japan. For 10 years I was trained as an assassin for the sole purpose : venge Mom. So I decided to find father. On December 24, I knew where to find him, on the tomb of Mother. Seeing in the distance I thought I was going to offer me the best birthday and Christmas gift too in the world, to end my suffering by taking his life. But I had no excepted that my sister