When Santa Cries
About this hub
With Christmas being just around the corner, I was pondering over whether or not to write something Christmas-sy.
I found inspiration in two very different hubs. These hubs, in my opinion, are an excellent read and I highly recommend them. The links to these hubs can be found at the end of this hub.
Reading these hubs brought to mind actual events that were shared with me by the Mothers of these Children when I was in my twenties. I don’t remember some parts of the whole story and the gaps in my elusive memory, have been filled creatively with only one intention in mind. That is; what I learned from hearing the story. A story that illustrates the innocence of a child and what I feel is naturally arising in all children (before conditioning tends to take over) no matter what walk of life they come from. It resulted in two hubs. This is the first and should be read first if it has caught your eye. There is a link at the bottom for the second hub.
Kyle's letter to Santa
I know I have been a bad boy this year. I am in hospital with a broken arm now because I was a bad boy. I got my mum in trouble with my dad.
You see, yesterday (Saturday) me and my mum didn't eat all day. We were waiting for my dad to bring some food. When he got back late last night, he was drunk. I told him I was starving and my tummy hurt. He yelled at me and said, you stupid boy, you’re no good for nothing, and you’re useless. I said but I’m hungry Dad. He said the f word and told me to shut the f up you evil little boy. He grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall I tried not to cry but it really hurt so I started crying. He was yelling at me and said, look at what you made me do you idiot, you’re a bad boy. Then he was going to kick me in the head but my Mum tried to stop him and he whacked her across the head with the back of his hand and she went flying into the kitchen table. She was screaming at him telling him to leave me alone. I was crying so hard. Dad went over to my Mum and dragged her by her hair and kept punching her in the head. I’m sorry I got mum in to trouble I didn’t mean to be bad.
I know I don’t deserve a present but I want to know if you can give the present you were going to give me to my best friend.
You see my best friend Jesse is a girl. She is 6 and 3 quarters and I am 7 and one quarter. She is a good girl all the time. She sticks up for me when all the other kids make fun of me because I’m poor. She has lots of friends because she’s a good girl, but she always wants to play with me. When I have no lunch she shares her lunch with me. She gives me half of everything she has in her lunch box. One day I had nothing to eat for one whole day and one half. At lunch time I know she pretended she wasn’t hungry just so I could eat all her lunch. I tried to say no I am ok but she made me eat her lunch. Later I cried in the toilet because I felt horrible for eating all her lunch. I’m sorry Santa but I was so hungry, I couldn’t help it. One time we walked to school and there was ice everywhere. My mum can’t afford shoes so I walk to school barefoot. On that day my feet were frozen and I was shivering and freezing. Jesse took her mittens off and told me to put them on my feet to help my feet warm up. She took her jacket off and put one arm in one side of the jacket. She told me to put my arm in the other side. We were facing each other and it made us laugh. We had to walk sideways like a crab all the way to school. We laughed all the way and I forgot I was freezing. She is a kind girl and I hope you give her my present. She’s a girl and girls like dolls so she might want a doll. She is my best friend.
I will try to be good next year Santa you wait and see.
Jesse's letter to Santa
My name is Jesse. I hope it’s not too cold in the North Pole.
Thank you for all the presents you gave me for Christmas last year. I am a very lucky girl my Mama says. I play my Nintendo almost every day and play with my dollhouse too. I play with my magic set sometimes while I listen to the CD you gave me. I played with my tennis racket every Saturday at my Nanas. My special clothes are put away in a cupboard. I am only allowed to wear them on special occasions.
I just wanted to let you know that I don’t need presents this Christmas and I just wanted to know that if you were going to give me 10 presents like last year, could I exchange them for just 2 really big presents to give to my best friend? I don’t know whether or not there is a chimney at the hospital? I did not see one? I hope you find one so you can give my best friend Kyle my presents.
Kyle is a good boy. He thinks he has been a bad boy. I don’t think so. He’s in the hospital because his drunken dad broke his arm. He has been in hospital five times this year because of his Dad.
He is always kind to me. He is kind and helpful to the teachers. He never ever yells or fights like other boys that’s why I like him a lot. He is polite and always says please and thank you. He walks me to school everyday to protect me from strangers. He carry’s my bag when it’s too heavy for me to carry. Even when he is bruised on his arms and legs from the beatings his dad gives him, he carry’s my bag. He pretends he is ok but I can tell he is sore. I tell him I can do it and he says no he will. He is kind. If he comes over to my house to play he helps me do my chores. I don’t even need to ask him. He is my special friend and I hope its okay to give my presents to him. I hope you find the chimney in the hospital.
For the first present;
I wanted to know if you can give Kyle a magic armor. Armor he can wear to protect him from the beatings his Dad gives him... So he doesn’t feel sore or hurt. Also one that can keep him warm when it’s cold outside. So he doesn’t feel the cold.
For the second present;
I wanted to know if you can give Kyle some shoes that last forever and ever. He says his mum is too poor to buy shoes so if you can give him some shoes that last forever his feet will stay warm in the winter and he won’t hurt his feet on the stones or get prickles stuck in them.
Please if you can give him those presents I promise to be good. I promise I will help and share my food with him everyday. I promise I will save my allowance to give to him and his mum for the weekends so they can have something to eat when I am not around.
Please Santa if it costs too much. I don’t mind going without Christmas presents forever.
Thank you Santa