With Santa's Help

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
My favorite Christmas present...three of ten

Submitted: November 01, 2009

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I was past the age when I was writing detailed letters to Santa Claus to give to him along with my cookies asking him if his relationship with the Easter Bunny was real. I had finally discovered that Santa wasn’t real and I felt like the magic of Christmas was a bit different. It changed forms. It became more of a holiday about family and love then about the man in a big red suit coming through my door at night to leave presents under the evergreen tree covered in homemade ornaments that had been hanging there since before my younger brother Quinn had been born.
This Christmas, where both I and Quinn didn’t believe in Santa, wasn’t really anything unusual. Elves hadn’t suddenly been discovered working all night in the basement of some old man’s red and green mansion. Reindeers hadn’t learned to fly the night before and had tried for their first time landing on my rooftop. Cookies hadn’t been devoured by an idol in a red velvet suit that felt like a puppy’s soft coat.
I sat with my hands tapping impatiently on the present that was seated in front of me. Quinn had finished opening one of his presents which were socks, a gag gift from the family. Everyone’s eyes turned to me as I tore into the wrapping paper. The paper fell to my feet and I opened the box and gazed inside. There, there it was. A thing that only magic could have brought me.
“A laptop?!” I exclaimed as I tore it out of the box and looked on the top of it. There on the sitting on the top of it was a plaque that read “Molly S. Franklin, Future Author”. I couldn’t believe it. I felt tears hang on the sides of my eyes. It was perfect.


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