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The Mall Santa

One crying kid after another sat on Santa’s lap.
He tried to remain jolly while holding onto squirming, screaming, kicking and 
scratching children.
Those who did not cry had endless lists of toys and games they wanted for 
Christmas.
He was not aware of the electronic gadgets and accessories they asked for in 
abundance.

He had been pee’ed on.  Had his real beard pulled and tugged on.  He had been 
kicked and clawed.  He was even slapped by one mother who did not like the way 
he held her daughter.

Picture after picture for ungrateful parents who commented, “Last year’s Santa was 
much better.”
One spoiled brat after another, disappointed with the snow globe they got for 
sitting on his lap after over an hours wait in line.

Christmas had lost its meaning and joy to the, underpaid, Mall Santa Claus.

Finally, on Christmas Eve, the line had come to an end and one last child waited her 
turn to sit on his tired, wet and weary lap.

Void of enthusiasm, he motioned with his mitten covered hand for the girl to come 
sit on his lap.
He wondered if this would be a crier, a wetter, a silent stiff, a whiner or a spoiled 
brat with a long list of gift orders.

She felt frail as he lifted her up onto his lap.
She removed her cap and displayed a totally bald head.

“Hello, little girl.  And what do you want for Christmas?”, he asked with no emotion 
left in his voice.

She could only answer in a sweet, soft, whisper of a voice, “I came here to say 
thank you, Santa.  I already got my Christmas present.”

“You did?  And what did you get?”, he asked.

“A bone marrow transplant,” was her answer.

“Oh,” was all he could respond with.

“Mommy said it came from Jesus.  So, I thought maybe you could tell Jesus, ‘Thank 
you’, for me.”

“Yes,” he said, with rejuvenated spirit, “yes, I can.”

“Thank you, Santa.  Oh, and Santa, can you give my Mommy and Daddy a nice 
dinner away from the hospital on Christmas day?  They have been there every night 
for a long time and I think they could use a night off.”

“I will see what I can do,” said Santa, with a tear in his eye.

The little girl climbed down off of Santa’s lap, thanked him for the most beautiful 
snow globe she had ever seen, and wandered off down the mall holding her 
parent’s hands.

Santa sat there in the dark for the longest time, having forgotten the hundreds of 
kids who soured his Christmas spirit and smiled, full of Christmas joy for the present 
he had just received.

“And, Jesus,” the mall Santa said, “Thank you from me, too.”

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