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“I couldn’t help but notice, your
kid still thinks Santa Claus is real,” the friend commented as she sipped a cup
of warm cocoa in the kitchen.
“Is there a problem with that?” The
mother replied.
“They’re eighteen,” the friend
countered.
“You misunderstand,” the mother
shook her head, “what’s wrong in believing in someone who exists?”
“You of all people think Santa is
real?” The friend gasped.
“Think he’s real?” The mother raised an
eyebrow, “I know he’s real, I’ve met him several times.” The mother moved
towards the hallway and opened the door, “here let me show you.” The two
friends traversed the long wooden corridor to a small backroom where several
framed portraits hung on the wall. Each depicted a familiar man in red smiling
while standing alongside a different woman.
“And this is?” The friend pointed at
the wall, their face in utter shock.
“Here’s a portrait of my
great-great-grandmother standing with old Saint Nick,” the mother explained.
“It was sometime in the late 1880s.” The portrait was an old oil painting that
depicted a young woman in old fashioned clothing with a baby in her arms. She
was accompanied by Santa Claus in a snowy field.
“Well, this doesn’t...” the friend
tried to say.
“And here’s a photograph of my
great-grandmother and Mr. Claus,” the mother continued. “I believe it was taken
around 1910.” The faded photo displayed a similar scene to the previous
portrait. It was a new young woman, a small child at her side, and Santa
standing behind both of them in a wintery forest.
“I guess that’s better, but I...”
the friend attempted to argue.
“My grandmother’s photo is in much
better condition,” the mother interrupted. “it was taken in 1946 if memory
serves.” The photo showed an older version of the child from the previous
picture, but it depicted her and Mr. Claus beside a warm fire.
“I...” the friend failed to generate
a proper response.
“Here’s a picture of my mother and
me meeting Saint Nick for the first time,” the mother presented the next image.
“It was taken in the 70s, so I was still just a baby.” The portrait depicted
another mother and child beside Santa Claus. This time in a modern living room
with a TV in the background tuned to an old Christmas movie.
The friend remained silent.
“Finally, here’s my portrait with
Mr. Claus,” the mother presented the final framed picture proudly. “It was
taken in 1999, so my kid wasn’t born yet.” The photograph depicted the mother
and the jolly old man in a toy shop, a newly constructed toy truck on the table
in front of them. “Believe me now?”
“I don’t feel like arguing anymore,”
the friend sighed and took another sip of cocoa.
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Once you have proof of the impossible in your hands then is it still impossible?Until next time, Read, Comment, Enjoy and Merry Christmas, or Happy Holidays if you prefer.
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