Santa Clause

One afternoon, when parents waited in front of the main gate of Bloom kindergarten, spreading their arms for their little ones to come sprinting in. The gate that had many gazes stuck on it, finally opened and little children started walking out in an unexpected manner. They had disappointment on their faces which was completely unfamiliar to those waiting for them outside. It was the day after an amazing holiday week of Christmas and New year. In just one day, the jovial children were turned into something exact opposite of it.

On asking by their parents, they all said this name, who was the reason of their tension, Georgia.

"She said that Santa doesn't exist and that it was you and dad, who pretended to be Santa, is that true?"

That day every household in that area with a kid who went to Bloom kindergarten, was bombarded with this question. The innocent childhood of children was on the brink of being ruined by a revelation that was made by their little fellow. Some gave up and told them the truth, some tried to keep their belief in Santa. But one thing was common in every single one of them.

"Who's Georgia? Tell me where she lives?"

One such kid was Rever. His mom heard about Georgia and felt a need to go visit her parents, so she did.

"Is Georgia Michelle your daughter?" she stood outside the door, looking at Georgia's mother, undoubtedly drunk in the broad daylight.

She stepped in their home, she saw everything that shouldn't be in a place where a little child lives. As if intended to be shown to anyone who steps inside, the word 'mess' was not enough to describe the scene. Empty boxes of cigarettes lying on the floor, bottles of alcohol on the table and impossible to forget was the white powdery stuff that had its traces almost everywhere, giving a room for imagination to go wild.

"Will you drink something or… eat probably? I will go and see if I have anything" Her mother asked.

"No, thank you. I am here to tell you that Georgia has figured out that Santa doesn't exist and she is going around telling everybody about this."

"Oh! I See… and what did you say was the problem again?"

"What I just said is the problem, do you not think so? Children are crestfallen and there will be no enthusiasm about Christmas?"

"Yeah I know, what a relief, they won't ask for presents or anything. This year too, she was putting her socks everywhere with her wish inside it. I just told her that nothing like that exists."

Rever's mother was rather disappointed to hear that, she felt pity for Georgia for getting a mother like her.

"What do you mean by a mother like me? Just because I don't deceive my child, I am a bad mother?"

"She is a child, she should live like one. That poor girl must have hurt when you told her that."

"Well, you can afford to be their Santa, while I can't. My daughter cannot have any Santa."

" You can but you would rather buy alcohol than just getting her a little present, because that's what they want. Kids accept anything that their Santa gives them. You can write them a letter in the name of Santa and they will be happy because what's important to them is that Santa remembered them. You can't blame it on your situation."

Georgia's mom ran out with words. She lit another cigarette and began smoking, Rever's mom gave up and left. The year passed and another Christmas it was, the kids had out casted Georgia as their parents had told them. Georgia had lost her enthusiasm for the festival and thought of herself as too mature to be excited like other kids but inside her heart she wanted to believe in Santa.

When little Georgia fell asleep early, when other kids of her age were waiting for Santa to come and give them presents, the doorknob of her room turned and came inside her Santa. She opened her eyes a little bit and saw him standing there with a present in his hands. Georgia was still trying to act mature.

"I know, its you mom."

"HOHOHO… your mom is sleeping, little Georgia,"

When Georgia peeked out of the door, she was indeed sleeping on the couch. She scratched her head looking at the mysterious Santa.

"Who are you?"

"I am Santa, your friend."

"No, Santa doesn't exist." She firmly denied.

"No, Georgia. I am here, I have bought you the present that you wanted for this Christmas and the previous one as well."

"But I know that Santa doesn't exist, why would I make a wish like a fool."

"But you did. You made a wish and I heard it. That's why I am here with the present."

Georgia, hesitated to say another word, she didn't want to sound like a child but she did have a present that she wanted this Christmas as well. Her strong denial in the existence of Santa began to waver.

"So, What did you bring me?" she asked hesitantly.

The Santa passed her gift to her. It was wrapped in a colorful patterned paper, and a neat ribbon bow rested at the top. She shook the box to guess what could be inside it, but no sound whatsoever was heard.

She gently pulled the ribbon bow and it came lose. She removed the lid of the box and looked inside it. She saw a tiny bottle filled with an unknown liquid. She smiled looking at him.

"See, I knew you were fake. I never wished for it."

The Santa took the bottle in his hand and handed it over to Georgia, "You make your mother drink it. And your wish will come true."

The next day, Georgia asked her mother to drink from the bottle that Santa gave her, and her mother suddenly quit drinking and smoking. Georgia was happy as her wish had been realized, which was in fact making her mother quit those habits. Georgia's belief in Santa restored, and she found herself waiting for Christmas every year, and her mother also got her a lot of presents.