Why Santa Can’t Be Trusted by Airicka Phoenix
I was six, or seven. I remember it was a brutally cold winter. The snow was over my head, mountains of it everywhere. People couldn’t even drive. Instead, every once in a while, we could see a snow jet zipping past the window. I was huddled under the five hundred year old tree that my mother never took down, not once in six years. That thing was hideous. But my mother loved it, so much so that she had it up all year round (inviting friends over was mortifying).
But there I was, sitting under an empty tree, watching a blue light flicker like a dying firefly, when a thought popped into my head.
Once a year, some guy bounces around the world, breaks into people’s homes and eats their cookies. The man was a crook! I wasn’t allowed cookies before or after dinner, yet this guy was eating thousands, maybe MILLIONS of them by the boatload. So, like any outraged kid, I marched over to my mom and placed my case: I wanted milk and cookies all day on Christmas, too. I thought I had a pretty good case. I mean, if she was willing to let some random stranger break into our home and nibble on our cookies after he spent the entire day eating cookies…well, that is just crossing a line. Where was the justice?
Yet despite my best efforts, my mom was unmoved by my very clever debating skills. She said I could have one (ONE!) cookie after supper, BUT only if I eat everything on my plate. Talk about insult to injury. My decision in this ‘Santa Claus’ was sealed in that moment. He was a cookie stealing con artist. He could not be trusted.
Now, at the wise old age of something around twenty-thirty years old, I’m the one pulling the con. I eat the cookies my children put out Christmas night. I drink the milk. I tell my children the lies. We recently moved and my six year old’s first question was: how will Santa find us? As any parent would, I assured her that I sent Santa our new address before we left and he sent me an email back saying he’d received it. My baby girl is apparently smarter than I was at that age, because she refused to be satisfied until I showed her this magical email. But in the end, it all worked out. She was convinced and the world was right again. Our new place has a fireplace and is good to go for stockings. Now…if we could only decide on the tree…
Wherever you are, whatever you believe in, Christmas isn’t about gifts. It isn’t about stolen cookies (mostly). It’s about the lights. The right kind can make or break your entire décor. ;) No, I’m teasing. It’s about family. About sharing every second of that day with those you can stand to see every morning before coffee and have yet to murder. It’s about reflecting. So this Christmas, have a sip of your favorite drink for me and another for your health and family. Be blessed and happy no matter what tomorrow may bring. And remember that you are never alone.
From my family to yours, may you have a warm, chocolaty holiday and a bright and joyous New Year.
All the best,
About the Author
Airicka is singlehandedly responsible for her greatly anticipated collections, The Touch Saga, The Lost Girl Duology, The Regeneration Series, Games of Fire & Betraying Innocence. She also writes mature paranormal & contemporary romance under the dark guise of Morgana Phoenix. To date, she is responsible for The Sons of Judgment Saga, & In The Dark Series.
For more about Airicka and the realm she rules with an iron fist—and tons of chocolate—visit her at:
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