Santa Is Coming

Christmas Eve- nineteen forty-three- I am only four years old. Christmas Eve! Santa is coming! The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights, real tinsel, pretty glass balls- not much else. Mommy tells me Santa is coming to visit me- I was so very good all year! He is making a special trip- and tonight, before I go to bed, he will be here! My heart is so happy! Santa- coming to see me, and my baby brother! I am in my bedroom- putting slippers on. From my room, I see the door, ajar at my parent’s bedroom across the hall. My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too. I didn’t see him come to our house! He puts on bright, red clothing with white fur- white hair and beard, black belt, boots, red cap. Santa is coming? Now, I sadly know- he really is not here. My heart sinks. I was only four- but I remembered this sadness that crushed my heart. Mommy and Daddy were so happy for me. That day, and for many years, I played their game- Santa is coming. November 23, 2014 Premiere Contest: Story From Your Childhood Sponsor: L Milton Hankins