This story was on my mind for a year and inspired by a documentation I saw about a man who plays Santa and has a real white beard. Hope you have fun with it.
Shortly before their Christmas visit to their step grandparents Tina and Roscoe O'Malley had an argument. "Is not!" Roscoe said. "Is!" Tina replied heated. "I'll show you!" Roscoe glared at Tina and put for the moment a stop to their disagreement.
Roscoe was seven, Tina a year younger. She believed still in Santa, while Roscoe had his doubts. He had heard rumors at school that Santa didn't exist. Their baby sister Alyssa was two and began to grasp the concept of Christmas.
Roscoe's chance to proof to Tina Santa wasn't real, came when the family went to a shopping mall. There was a Santa's grotto with all the shebang. Tina and Roscoe begged their parents to let them visit Santa. Alyssa chimed in she wanted to see Santa too. Normally their mother Hue and stepfather Sam were no nonsense, so Tina and Roscoe weren't sure if they would agree. Jack and Madeleine, Sam's parents were with them and said they would take them. Seeing the pleading looks of the kids and the grandparents, Hue and Sam gave their okay.
So while Jack, Madeleine, Roscoe, Tina and Alyssa queued for their turn, Sam and Hue used the time to browse in the nearby bookstore undisturbed. The wait wasn't too long, but seemed endless for Alyssa. She asked every few minutes: "Is it our turn yet?" The grandparents were patient, having experience with six children of their own and 15 other grandchildren.
Finally it was their turn. "Ho, ho, ho!" Santa greeted them. He had a long grey beard and sparkling green eyes. Alyssa went first and was given a little present. Madeleine took photographs.
Jack, who had a very good relationship with Roscoe, noticed his grandson was nervous and fidgeting with his collar. He hoped Roscoe hadn't planned any mischief.
Roscoe and Tina were invited to sit on Santa's lap together. Santa asked them if they had been good. Of course Madeleine was shooting away with her camera and got more than she bargained for.
Tina was a bit shy and nodded. Roscoe replied: "Until now, yes." Roscoe suddenly grabbed Santa's beard and said: "Look, Tina, the beard is faked." Then he pulled, but the beard wouldn't go off. "Ow!" Santa protested, when Roscoe pulled a second time. The beard was still in place. "Roscoe!" Madeleine chided. Jack had problems keeping from laughing. He thought the situation was funny. Roscoe still couldn't believe the beard was real and lifted it up to check, if it was stitched on or something like that. "Young man, stop this immediately!" Santa was loosing his composure. "Roscoe, what has gotten into you?" Jack asked. "I didn't believe that Santa exists, but he's real! Sorry, if I hurt you, Santa." The holy man was forgiving. Tina celebrated. She gave a little whoop. "See, I was right!" "Okay, okay." Roscoe admitted his defeat. It didn't have any further implications for Roscoe. Hue put a stop to Tina's gloating by remembering her daughter about Christian principles and that she wouldn't like it, if Roscoe would do the same to her. A year later or so Roscoe and Tina stopped finally believing in Santa.
Shortly before their Christmas visit to their step grandparents Tina and Roscoe O'Malley had an argument. "Is not!" Roscoe said. "Is!" Tina replied heated. "I'll show you!" Roscoe glared at Tina and put for the moment a stop to their disagreement.
Roscoe was seven, Tina a year younger. She believed still in Santa, while Roscoe had his doubts. He had heard rumors at school that Santa didn't exist. Their baby sister Alyssa was two and began to grasp the concept of Christmas.
Roscoe's chance to proof to Tina Santa wasn't real, came when the family went to a shopping mall. There was a Santa's grotto with all the shebang. Tina and Roscoe begged their parents to let them visit Santa. Alyssa chimed in she wanted to see Santa too. Normally their mother Hue and stepfather Sam were no nonsense, so Tina and Roscoe weren't sure if they would agree. Jack and Madeleine, Sam's parents were with them and said they would take them. Seeing the pleading looks of the kids and the grandparents, Hue and Sam gave their okay.
So while Jack, Madeleine, Roscoe, Tina and Alyssa queued for their turn, Sam and Hue used the time to browse in the nearby bookstore undisturbed. The wait wasn't too long, but seemed endless for Alyssa. She asked every few minutes: "Is it our turn yet?" The grandparents were patient, having experience with six children of their own and 15 other grandchildren.
Finally it was their turn. "Ho, ho, ho!" Santa greeted them. He had a long grey beard and sparkling green eyes. Alyssa went first and was given a little present. Madeleine took photographs.
Jack, who had a very good relationship with Roscoe, noticed his grandson was nervous and fidgeting with his collar. He hoped Roscoe hadn't planned any mischief.
Roscoe and Tina were invited to sit on Santa's lap together. Santa asked them if they had been good. Of course Madeleine was shooting away with her camera and got more than she bargained for.
Tina was a bit shy and nodded. Roscoe replied: "Until now, yes." Roscoe suddenly grabbed Santa's beard and said: "Look, Tina, the beard is faked." Then he pulled, but the beard wouldn't go off. "Ow!" Santa protested, when Roscoe pulled a second time. The beard was still in place. "Roscoe!" Madeleine chided. Jack had problems keeping from laughing. He thought the situation was funny. Roscoe still couldn't believe the beard was real and lifted it up to check, if it was stitched on or something like that. "Young man, stop this immediately!" Santa was loosing his composure. "Roscoe, what has gotten into you?" Jack asked. "I didn't believe that Santa exists, but he's real! Sorry, if I hurt you, Santa." The holy man was forgiving. Tina celebrated. She gave a little whoop. "See, I was right!" "Okay, okay." Roscoe admitted his defeat. It didn't have any further implications for Roscoe. Hue put a stop to Tina's gloating by remembering her daughter about Christian principles and that she wouldn't like it, if Roscoe would do the same to her. A year later or so Roscoe and Tina stopped finally believing in Santa.
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