He watched a "Perfect World" when he was twelve.
Kevin Costner kidnapped a boy and made him Casper.
He wished he were that boy.

Something as simple as Casper, the friendly ghost.

He was told that Santa was a Pagan lie.
All proof was laid out in front of him.
He knew he didn't exist,
But every Christmas Eve,
He prayed that Santa would find his way through the fire escape.

No Valentine, No Thanksgiving, No Birthdays
They were all wrong, all pagan
And he wanted them all.

The worst part was always explaining his religion,

When he told teachers that he couldn't salute a flag.
Or maybe it was accidentally knocking on his classmates' doors,

On Saturday mornings, while everyone else were watching cartoons.
The Monday after at school, taunting was at peak

A timberland shoebox full of holiday cards was his prized possession.
Late at night, in the dark, he read through them with smiles.

He figured it out early
Everything that feels good must be bad.
Wanted to be good and feel it at the same time.
That was asking for too much.

Sin was falling in love with someone not of his faith.
Sin was feeling the pleasure of another's touch
No hell in his world, only absolute death.

His biggest sins were questions.
The book didn't have answer for them,

He was later caste aside.
Excommunicated,
Dissfellowshipped, was the proper term.
People who group with him, ignored him in the street

His sin was loss of belief
Faith full of love, forbidding love
His sin is love.

Last Halloween, he went into the nearest costume shop
and was given a strange look as the attendant passed him an extra large Casper costume.
When he put it on he was only visible to the ones that knew how to love,
With or without religion.