Keeps This Santa Train Running
(My siblings and I are at the zoo with my parents. It is December, so they have a Santa’s Grotto for kids to visit. I’m about four and my sister is six. Whilst my mum takes my baby brother for a feed, my dad takes my sister and me to see Santa. We both still believe in Santa, but our parents have also told us that the “Santas” you see in shops, etc, are almost never the real one, just his helpers, because he’s too busy to visit everywhere in the run up to Christmas. This is why there are so many different Santas around.)
Santa: “Hello, girls! What can I get you for Christmas?”
Me: “I want a toy dog, please!”
Sister: “Sparkly pens, please!”
Santa: “My, what good choices! I’ll see what I can do!”
Me: *loud whisper* “Daddy, is it really Santa or one of his helpers?”
Santa: *overhearing, turns to my dad with a smile* “Ah, sorry, sir! What did you say your name was?”
Dad: “Oh, it’s [Dad].”
Santa: “Oh, [Dad], of course! I almost didn’t recognise you. How’s the train set I gave you all those years ago? Still got it?”
(My dad tells him that the train set is at his parents’ house. Santa smiles and says he is glad my dad enjoyed it. My sister and I each get to choose a cheap present from Santa’s sack before we leave. As we’re going, I turn to my dad.)
Me: “Daddy, did you really get a train set for Christmas when you were little?”
Dad: “Yes, I did! I played with it all the time. We should ask Granny to get it out when we go round there!”
(In awe, I gazed back at Santa, who smiled and waved at me. Until I became old enough to realise Santa wasn’t real, I was convinced that I had met the true Santa!)