Santa Has To Outsource This Year

Related | December 13, 2013

(My sister and I are six and four years old, respectively. We are shopping for groceries around Christmas. As we are by the check-out, I spot a gentleman dressed in red pants, with red suspenders, a red coat with white fur trim, big black snow boots, and gold rimmed round glasses. He has pure white hair and a big fluffy beard. I stare at him, wide eyed.)

Gentleman: *noticing me* “Shh.”

(The gentleman smiles, putting a finger to his lips with a wink. I smile shyly and do a little wave. I notice his entire shopping cart is completely loaded with candy canes, a gallon of milk, and a single package of cookies. I grab my sister’s arm and tug it, and point at the gentleman.)

Me: “Look!”

Sister: *bug eyed* “It’s Santa!”

(We both grab our mother’s attention and point over to the register where Santa was, but he was gone! She didn’t believe us. But it sure did make me believe in Santa!)

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