
Santa Lives

While
living in New York some years ago I found out that there were thousands
of letters addressed to Santa Claus North Pole at the Main Post Office in
Manhattan. I was curious so I went and looked at some. Most of them were
lists of toys that children wanted. But among the letters, I came upon a
number that were so sad they made me cry. So I sent each child a telegram
"Will be at your house. Wait for me. Santa".
My
wife made me a costume and I showed up. It was so wonderful that I did it
for the next twelve years. I then moved to California. Some years ago I
wrote the story for friends, I just called it "A Christmas Story"
and somehow, the story had its own wings and went everywhere. Although I
can't make children happy any more I find that my story makes people feel
good. How lucky can you get?
Jay
Frankston
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