A storoem about a girl talking with Santa. |
Her shabby clothes a size too small, the six-year-old girl is being subjected to disapproving looks. She cares not at all. To her talking with Santa, none has objected. The line to sit in Santa’s lap is quite long. This upscale mall is doing brisk business. Some parents whispering she doesn’t belong with their kids doesn’t dampen her eagerness. One after another, each recites their wish list to Santa. “I want a bike, a computer game, a TV for my room. I want … Now don’t miss anything on my list. I want …” Ever the same. The little girl’s turn has finally come. All smiles, she crawls into the big man’s lap. She talks softly to him. They talk until some mother, filled with modern holiday spirit, snaps “Hurry up, Santa! Why are you giving her so much time?” Santa takes a list from her hand, kisses her cheek, sends her away smiling. “No more now. Santa’s on a break.” A security man, assigned to protect Santa, follows him into the break room. Tears are wetting Santa’s synthetic beard. “This is one list I intend to see filled! 'Gimme. Gimme' is the mantra "that I hear all day every day from child after child. This sweet girl lives in a homeless shelter downtown. Her list has winter clothes, a few toys to bring smiles to some kids who last year by Santa weren’t found.” The guard: “Were some new clothes for her one thing on her list?” “For herself she asked for absolutely nothing.” Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |