Little Roni stayed up all night waiting for Santa. Despite her parents’ affection-filled entreaties, the girl refused to go to her room and sat up by the Christmas tree in the hope of welcoming the portly man when he slides down the chimney at night. Last year, she was pretty upset with the gift she’d received from him. It wasn’t what she’d asked for. So, this year, she’d decided to have a chat with him over a serving of milk and cookies. After all, she had been good throughout the year and there was no way Santa was going to deny her the ‘pink bicycle with matching streamers hanging from the handlebars’ this time.
Unfortunately, the poor girl fell asleep on the couch in the living room before Santa arrived. In the morning, she opened her eyes to a brand-new bike wrapped with an oversized pink bow parked under the tree.
Of course, she was overjoyed to see her gift but was a tad sad too for she had missed meeting Santa again. “Wait, was it really Santa? Did I not see dad keeping the bike underneath the tree after tucking me in? Oh my God! Is dad Santa? Oh no, how can he be, he is too skinny…” Questions like these started troubling Roni.
Written for https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/12/22/sunday-photo-fiction-december-23-2018/
Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding
It is Santa came in the shape of his dad. Nice story.
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Thank you!
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Innocent as well as so natural childhood dreams. I love this story, with its surprising end!! 🙂
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Thank you, Newton. Glad you enjoyed reading this piece. I wanted to write something happy for the holiday season 🙂
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That decision itself is a great thing; great for this festive season; really a gift for parents!! 🙂
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🙂
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If only that was all we had to concern us these days. A delightful tale – interesting that we both reverted to childhood this week!
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Thank you, Keith. Wanted to write something uplifting fo the festive season.
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Sweet tale of innocence about to be lost
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed 🙂
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Troubling indeed! I’m sure it was just Santa really 🙂
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Well, Santa who looked a lot like he dad 🙂 Thank you, Lain
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It’s a mystery. 😉
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😛 Nothing mysterious there, it was her dad indeed 😉 I just wanted to write a simple joyful tale this time 🙂 Thank you for the visit. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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Ha ha ha. Poor girl, scarred for life 🙂 A very Merry Christmas to you and your folks Piyali, have fun 🙂
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Thanks Anurag, Merry Christmas to you too!
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Uncomfortable questions most kids eventually have to ask themselves. But I’m thinking as long as the gifts keep coming, Santa’s identity will not matter as much..
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Thank you for the read, Violet. Sooner or later the kids do realise that there’s no Santa in real life 🙂 Happy Holidays to you and yours!
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A skinny Santa 😀 Such a sweet story!
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I wanted my story to be sweet and simple tis time. I am glad it amused you. Thank you 🙂
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A fine story I guess this question arrives for most of us at some piont.
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Yes, but as Violet (in the comments) said that as long as the gifts keep coming, Santa’s identity shouldn’t matter much. Thank you for the read, Michael.
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Nice and sweet!!!!
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All children must be going through that stage of leaving childhood. Well written.
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Thank you for the read and visit, Mukhamani!
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