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The Christmas season was around the corner, still few days to go but the market places and shopping malls were already decorated with lights. The celebration had already started. There were twinkling stars and glittery atmosphere everywhere. People were all set for the gifts, decorations, greetings, food and drinks. Carols and prayer were filling the silence of the winters with serene warmth. I was all set to distribute gifts and blessing to children as “The Santa Claus”. Dressing up like Santa was my favorite pastime, not because I used to get good money in return, but because I loved doing it. I use to see my daughter "Jenney" in every child that used to come to me for gifts. Seeing children happy made me happy.

My daughter died when she was just 10 years old. I tried every bit I could to save her, pull her back from the death, but everything failed. She was hit straight on face while she was playing at school.


One day while I was sitting at the Mini Shopping Mall, a young boy must be 3 years old came to me with a lady who I presume was his grandmother. This boy came up to me to sit on my lap. I notice he was carrying a picture of a young girl in his hand.

“Who is that girl” I asked anxiously. “Your Girlfriend?” The boy said No. “Your Sister?” I again raised the question as I was curious to know. The young boy straight nodded his head vertically. “It is the picture of my Young Sister” said the young boy. “She wanted to come but is badly sick” said he sadly.


I looked at the Grandmother who was standing near to the Christmas tree wiping her dabbing eyes with a napkin.

“She wanted to come with me to see you dear Santa. She wanted to” exclaimed the young boy. “She missing you very much” said the boy with softly with a smile.

I tried to act cheerful and encouraged the smile on the young boys face. I quickly change and picked up a new topic to talk on. I asked “What do you on this Christmas from Santa?”


When the young boy finished off with his talking, the grandmother quickly came over to help the child get off the lap. I could see her eyes. She wanted to ask me something.

"What is it that is bothering you?" I said warmly.

Grandmother quickly shoo this grandson towards the area where the Christmas gifts were kept and started off “I now, it is too much to ask from you..But the girl, Anna, whom you see in this picture, is hospitalized. She is at the last stage of her cancer”.

“As per doctors she is not even expected to live till Christmas” she added with tear filled eyes.

“Her last wish is to meet Santa, This is all she is asking for, so is there any way you can come over and meet her” said grandmother.

I tried to swallow the hard truth and asked the lady to leave her address and contact details. This hard truth had made my old memories alive. Memories of my young daughter.

“What if my daughter asked for it. Wouldn’t have I fulfilled her last wish” I questioned myself.

I knew what exactly needed to be done.
I retrieved the address where Anna was admitted from one of my helper and approached my Manager. I asked him "Ron, How do we go to Child's Hospital?" Ron was surprised for a second. With the puzzled look on his face he asked me "Why do you intend to go there?"