Demarcus Cousins Tells Jimmer Fredette that Santa Isn’t Real

Kings Christmas

Kings Christmas

Setting: Locker room at Arco Arena. Demarcus Cousins and Jimmer Fredette sit in front of their respective lockers and dress after a morning shoot-around. Everyone else has left.

Jimmer: Man, I can’t wait for Christmas.

DMC: (smacks lips) Christmas stupid.

Jimmer: Oh, come on, Demarcus. Christmas is magical. The lights and songs and food and presents…Santa. It’s the best.

DMC: I don’t like Christmas, Fred.

Jimmer: What do you mean Demarcus? What’s not to like about Christmas? It’s truly the most wonderful time of the year.

DMC: I don’t want to talk about it, Fred.

Jimmer: You can’t hate Christmas, Demarcus. What about Santa? You can’t tell me you’re not excited for Santa. What gifts did you ask for?

DMC: I didn’t ask for no gifts.

Jimmer: What? Why wouldn’t you ask for gifts? Santa’s not gonna know what to get you now. You should ask him really quick.

DMC: Fred, I told you I wasn’t trying to talk about it. Leave it alone.

Jimmer: Leave what alone? What are you talking about?

-DMC looks down and shakes his head-

Jimmer: Are you worried that you’ve been naughty and you won’t get anything? Because I’m sure if you asked for forgiveness…

DMC: Santa ain’t real, Fred.

Jimmer: You shouldn’t joke about that stuff. You’re gonna wind up with a lump of coal in your stocking.

DMC: I’m serious, Fred. He ain’t real. Your parents is who does it.

Jimmer: Not cool, Demarcus.

-Jimmer zips his back and stands to leave.

Demarcus: You think one dude can do all that? You trippin’, Fred.

-Jimmer’s eyes start to well with tears as he nears locker room door.

Jimmer: I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Demarcus.

-Jimmer runs out of the locker room crying-

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