This morning I set off to play Santa Claus at my store. I was prepared for the little kids who are excited to see Santa, and the ones who are petrified of Santa. What I wasnt prepared for was one of the very first kids I had today. She showed no outward signs of being sick at all, yet from what I am told she will not make it to see another Christmas. While the other kids asked for iPods, tablets, laptops, and all the ridiculously expensive things their little entitlement mentalities could think of, when I asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she told me she didnt want any things. She just wanted to be able to spend time with her family. So, as Santa what do you say to a small child, looking her in the eye and knowing that she knows her days are numbered? No amount of sales spiel is going to apply there, and the usual Santaisms arent going to apply there either. In the end, I told her I would do the best I could which I guess was a good thing because she got a big smile on her face, and then, after an appropriately long pause, she proceeded to tell me one thing that she did want for Christmas. If I could remember what it was, I would buy it for her myself, but I dont remember. It wasnt that I wasnt listening to her, because I was, I dont remember what it was because at that moment I was trying desperately hard to not let her see how much it was affecting me knowing that there was no chance I was going to see her again next Christmas, and no chance that I was ever going to be able to make her smile again. Ive spent the rest of today thinking about that girl, who was a part of my life for less than five minutes. Somehow, I think a part of me will always think about her from time to time, especially at Christmas, and the one smile I was able to give to her.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 00:41:27 +0000
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