Mommy and Daddy took me to the mall to see Santa one year. They told me to bring my Christmas list for Santa to look over. I remember the beautiful Christmas decorations and the smell of ginger bread in the air as me and my parents made our way towards Santa.

When we walked past the empty Santa chair that was in the middle of the mall I got sad and asked Mommy and Daddy why Santa wasn’t there waiting for us. They both smiled and told me that Santa wanted to see me in private because I had been such a good girl ALL YEAR!

When my parents opened the door to the private room I gasped because it looked like a winter wonderland! Huge candy canes were all over the room, snow, Christmas lights, holiday music and then, in the middle of the room, there was Santa! He stretched his arms out for me to run to him for a big hug. His huge arms wrapped around my body, felt so warm and comforting. He kissed me on the forehead and sat me on his lap.

I couldn’t believe that I was sitting on the REAL Santa’s lap! He told me how beautiful I was and that I was his FAVORITE GIRL. As he stroked my long locks he told me to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I went down my list as my parents smiled and snapped pics. When I got to the end of the list, Santa looked at me over his glasses and said, “IS THAT ALL YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS MY PRETTY GIRL?” I smiled and said yes. Then something poked me on my backside.

When I asked Santa what it was, he said that it was his, “SPECIAL CANDY CANE”. When I asked if I could see it Santa laughed and said, “Not only can you see it but, you can lick it too sweet girl.”

Santa looked at my Mom and Dad and said, “I think I’ll keep her for a while. You two go along and finish up your shopping.” Before they walked away Santa slipped my Dad what looked to be a wad of money. My parents kissed me on the cheek and walked away as Santa took me by the hand and led me to his “special place”.

I’ll never forget what happened next and nor will you when I tell you how Santa made me into his SPECIAL HELPER that day.



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